Lin Ce offered a silent, wry smile. To think that he, the mighty Northern Dragon Head, had been reduced to such a state—it was truly ironic.
Indeed, the sharpest weapon in the world was not a blade or a sword, but the human heart.
The human heart is treacherous, filled with pitfalls at every turn. On the battlefield, things were straightforward, but here in this bustling, affluent city, there were thousands, even tens of thousands of schemes that could be cast upon you, dragging you into the abyss.
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