Kang Chen laughed as though he was hearing a joke: "Die? How could you die? Even if everyone else died, you wouldn't!"
Kang Chen set down the watch and looked at the young king with a sly smile: "You just made a mistake in your speech. It's not that he's always been using you; it's you... who have always been able to use him, right?"
The young king's cold sweat dripped continuously down his forehead, as his hands tightly gripped the sides of the wheelchair: "Mr. Chen... you... I don't understand what you're saying."
"Not understanding is okay, as long as I understand. I've ignored you before, but I didn't expect you to have such deep calculations. It was my misjudgment. The saying holds true: never underestimate anyone. All this time, you've been hiding in the shadows, manipulating everything. Does it feel good? An hour ago, did you still think you were about to grasp the lifeblood of this country, that you'd soon become a real king?"
