Shen Han believed Sun Simiao to be a clever man—someone who understood exactly who to treat with cruelty and who to treat with deference.
When faced with a weakling who dared to provoke him, Sun Simiao would display a disproportionate level of madness. Even if the weakling had no such intention, Sun would still strike at their very spine. He killed such people without blinking, indifferent to their thoughts; if anyone dared to defy him, they were as good as dead. That was the power of the fist, the arrogance born of status.
Yet, when Sun Simiao encountered those stronger than himself, he would fawn and flatter. Even when two people from the Prince’s Mansion had fought in his arena on the very day of his child's birth, he had greeted them with a beaming face.
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