Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1178: Lacking the Ability

"That's it. Prepare the people first. I'll ask for your help with the aftermath later."

It's not stubbornness that makes a person refuse to admit their mistakes. He didn't think he was wrong. After seeing the disaster caused by his decision, Ye Fengsheng had no reason to insist on not admitting his mistakes. No one can become a Saint or God. Admitting mistakes has never been his style.

It's hard to face.

When others suffer because of his decisions, and they shouldn't be treated, his family in Lu City will stick their necks out. The ancients should have the customs of the ancients. If they're wrong, they're wrong. If they change, they'll be fine.

Song Jianjia left in confusion, but this time she didn't say "do what you like," because she knew she lacked the ability to prevent Ye Fengsheng from what he was going to do next, so she gave up.

Knowing you can't do something, you don't need to waste energy doing it. It's a matter of course.

"Mr. Ye,"

The door closed again, Qin Chaoyu returned, with a hint of hesitation in his voice: "This time you've come back, you seem a bit different."

Ye Fengsheng asked, "Do I?"

Later, he laughed and waved his hand, replying: "Young people are more ignorant than Bitian, always making mistakes. Looking back, what Song Jianjia always said when she left, 'Be good to yourself,' probably meant this. She has aged, gained higher status, and her perspective has widened. When I first joined them, I didn't believe it at all, but accidentally messed up the rules of the whole Jianghai City; she had every right to complain about me if I lacked capability."

In the past, Ye Fengsheng thought the person in front of him must be righteous. In the deceitful world, everyone seeks profit, and he was someone willing to use his integrity to help others. Having such a person stand in the stance of "three guns three horses," Ye Fengsheng thought this decision wasn't too bad.

Don't let him sit. Do you want those who don't know what they want to do?

Power can change a person. A person with power but lacking enough ability to control it, will ultimately be another disaster, just like Ding Zhen before him.

When he was just a small target, what he thought was how to stand out, how to make the brothers behind him stand upright. But when he got power, he was just a poor man driven by power.

He might hate Ma Sanbao's behavior and despise his peers' means of humiliation, but now, with unprecedented ability, he has become stronger than the original Ma Sanbao.

Maybe today he would apologize, admitting his mistakes for reasons such as "informal" or "necessity." But Ye Fengsheng didn't plan to give him this opportunity because he had many choices at this time, but he made the wrong decision, so he chose not to again this time.

With an indifferent gaze, Ye Fengsheng slowly stood up and approached Ding Zhen. He could feel Ding Zhen's heart racing, hear Ding Zhen's throat rolling. But this did not change Ye Fengsheng's initial purpose.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Seemingly aware of Ye Fengsheng's attitude, Ding Zhen couldn't explain but under his eloquence couldn't utter half a word.

"On that day, gather all your men at the teahouse. Don't make me find them one by one."

This calm voice reached Ding Zhen's ears. Although tense nerves suddenly broke, he still shakily raised his head, looking at Ye Fengsheng's beautiful face. He tried to squeeze out a wry smile, saying: "Okay."

Ye Feng nodded and asked: "Are you going with Song Jianjia, or with me?"

Ding Zhen took out his phone and made a call, receiving no response for a while.

He really thought he would die today but didn't expect Ye Fengsheng to give him two paths. He didn't need to think about it. He could accompany Song Jianjia and spend the rest of his life singing "Tears of Iron Bars" in prison, or accompany Ye Fengsheng, his final gift of friendship, disappearing quietly in Jianghai City.

If it were before, he would definitely choose Song Jianjia. After all, he hadn't done much before. Even if he ended up in prison, he'd only be sentenced for a few years and would be alive after coming out. But now,

having stayed in Jianghai so long, he'd gone from being a little Ding to "Mr. Ding," needing respect and calls from everyone. His identity and mindset had changed, and he stumbled back into the abyss. The huge gap left him unable to choose survival.

The blue tendon on his forehead lifted. Ding Zhen had been grinding his teeth for a long time. Then he slowly raised his head, squeezed out a grim smile at Ye Fengsheng: "Yes, yes, yes, can you give me another chance?"

Ye Fengsheng squinted. In his deep, bright eyes was a black light. He was completely disappointed because he didn't understand why Ding Zhen had the courage to ask for another chance here.

"Did you give those you met a chance to cause a disaster?"

This is what Ye Fengsheng asked. Then, Ding Zhen fell silent again, seemingly determined. He said, "Give me a chance, give yourself a chance."

After all, he didn't come alone or let down his guard because he was a Leader. Ding Zhen said: "You, you, I know you're good at everything, flipping your hands covering the clouds and rain. I dare not do the right thing to you, but I don't want everything I've worked hard for to disappear."

Ye Fengsheng said nothing, just quietly listened.

"I know you have good relationships with Xu Le and Song Ju's sister, Song Nanfu. So I invited two snipers all night. They're watching me now, simultaneously targeting Xu Le and Song Nanfu. If I have any accident, they'll follow me to hell within a second."

Ye Feng said expressionlessly: "Really?"

Ding Zhen misunderstood Ye Fengsheng as being afraid, so he slowly stepped back and said: "Ye Ye, we must forgive others and forgive ourselves." Everything we mix on the road comes from licking blood off the knife's edge. If I didn't treat them like this, they would treat me like this. Only by completely killing them could we prevent the resurgence of death's ashes. If Ye Ye didn't want to see these things, Jianghai City wouldn't have them; I'd be more useful than before.

Ye Fengsheng reached for a cup of tea, blew away the floating foam. After taking a sip, he nodded: "Good tea."

In ancient times, there was a saying, "There is dignity in wine, emptiness in tea." Now it fell between Ye Fengsheng and Qin Chaoyu. Besides these taboos, Ye Fengsheng just needed to slowly drink tea with the cup; Qin Chaoyu would add new tea, just like the palm-sized cup would never be full.

Qin Chaoyu turned off his phone, ignoring the chaos between home and business. Being able to sit quietly with Ye Fengsheng was worth millions of gold coins in the world. He said nothing, but he also knew the opposite Ye Fengsheng was a person with feelings. Not necessarily emotions but the human bond he couldn't fully experience at home.

It's said he's a master-level figure, but his actions are more like a reckless noble young man. He doesn't follow reason but always argues for such reasons. He's reasonable but always does things according to his preferences. If he disagrees with my viewpoint, he'll use his fists to persuade others.

In the past three months, I've seriously thought about why I had feelings, but after thinking, I couldn't find a suitable answer, instead "like, like, like, what else can I do?"