On one hand, there was an undoubtedly fatal outcome; after death, his money might still get stolen.
On the other hand, there was a glimmer of hope, albeit a slim one—it seemed a bit more real.
Accountant Jia didn't buy Cheng Daqi's nonsense. He was genuinely someone who had reached the pinnacle of the world—becoming the top dog was still reaching the top.
He didn't believe in Cheng Daqi's promises at all, but humans aren't entirely rational; hope is the most luxurious thing. Cheng Daqi and Chief Glu had tormented him almost beyond recognition.
Physical pain and the insult to his dignity affected him; he began to think about the conditions Cheng Daqi had offered and the future.
The stubborn, unyielding core of him developed a crack—and then it rapidly expanded.
When he saw that deep tunnel, he stiffened his neck and planted his feet, unwilling to enter. It was his will to survive; Accountant Jia had a strong desire to live.
