"No, perhaps it was that terrifying bird of prey at the top of the cloud layer that did it. The direction it just flew in is precisely Black Rain Villa," the White Tower leader said, his eyes hollow, his pupils seemingly reflecting twisting, burning flames.
At this moment, he understood. The idea that one should prioritize intelligence first, calmness second, and strength third when scheming against Black Rain Villa was nothing but a strategy born from one's own weakness, a necessary compromise.
Whatever so-called unbreakable villa rules, whatever so-called fundamental underlying logic—they were all just shackles for the weak! If your strength is sufficient, if your fists are mighty enough, then even if you defecate on the roof of Black Rain Villa, there's nothing Black Rain Villa can do about it!
"Let's go, let's leave this place first, it's too dangerous here!"