Cheese, no, knowledge, is power.

Explaining Wen Shengkui's ability is indeed a bit convoluted.

However, there is a very similar example that can be used, which is drowning.

As we all know, Shenhe's "United We Stand" has a hidden effect: the more popular he gathers and the more people he wins over, the stronger his own qualities, such as mental strength and physical ability, will become.

Mr. Wen's abilities can also be understood in this way, except that what he needs is knowledge, not people's hearts.

The more he learns and the more he understands, the stronger he will become in other areas. Not to mention that the old man is a scholar and writer, so he doesn't need to spend too much extra time and energy to improve himself—it's just part of his daily life.

Therefore, Long Tianding's previous belief that "the old man is too old and not strong enough" is completely unfounded. If Wen Shengkui decades ago was a dog stacked five hundred layers high, no, a desert reaper, then now he's probably stacked fifty thousand layers high...

"That's why he's called a master," Xu Shi thought to himself. In his eyes, this was the very same sage Confucius holding the "Lunyu" (a book of classical Chinese texts).

Especially since this thing is stacked up and hard to fall off, while people's hearts can be lost, but the knowledge you acquire is not so easy to discard.

Of course, it's not to say that the old man is completely invincible—as a "level-upgraded" individual, he has just as many complications as Xia Ke'an, such as his paralyzed legs, which can never be restored no matter how many times they are folded up... Don't ask why he doesn't use technological means; what can you do if he doesn't want to?

In addition, Wen Shengkui was already in his twilight years, and the decline of some functions was inevitable.

The most fatal of these is "memory decline," which may be the only way to weaken the old man's strength. But even so, he won't be like Chen He, coughing up blood as soon as he encounters a backlash. This shows the high value of his top-tier superpower.

Thinking about this, Xu Shi still felt a little regretful. After all, this was no longer the peak of his grandfather's life. He had talked to Xia Ke'an before, and the other party clearly stated that he had seen the old man conjure fire and lightning with his bare hands before, just like the great masters and ancestors in fantasy dramas.

It's no exaggeration to say that if he could have maintained this level, Wen Shengkui could very well have broken through his limits and become an unprecedented "upgraded" individual. But unfortunately, there are no "ifs." A slight misstep can lead to an irreparable regret.

However, even now, without considering the potential backlash from complications, he still has the ability to single-handedly overthrow the other five conglomerates and become a major dictator.

However, the old man didn't have that in mind. What he was considering was the development of the city's people's livelihood and social welfare... Including this time, it was because Long Tianding crossed the line first. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

"Really...?"

After his explanation, Gu Yi understood and then involuntarily shrank her neck.

Good heavens, is this the same old man I dragged to play video games before?

Did I say anything disrespectful to him because he played poorly? Come on, think about it...

"Or I'll let you study more."

The answer to the question is right here, and Xu Shi just playfully flicked her nose.

Why don't you learn?

Miss Black Rabbit muttered a couple of things, saying that learning those things was really boring, and it would be better to drag Grandpa along to play video games.

"I'm the one who pays your salary."

Xu Shi argued confidently, "Once you've finished learning, I can just order you around, right?"

"Come on, if I were really that capable, would I be working for you?" Gu Yi said indignantly.

"So, are you going to quit?"

"don't want."

Gu Yi snuggled closer to him, instantly giving in.

Xia Ke'an lay quietly in Xu Shi's arms, blinking her big, watery eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

While the group was joking around, the situation in Sin City had already been settled.

Or rather, it was already settled long ago—although only Long Tianding died, the way he died was far too shocking. It wasn't enough to say he was killed as a warning to others; it was more like a cruel way to make an example of someone.

No one else dared to make any small moves. Everyone knew that this gap couldn't be bridged by numbers. Even a top-tier expert like Long Tianding was instantly killed. For small fry like them, even ten thousand wouldn't be enough to fill someone's teeth.

Do you want to vanish instantly? No. If not, then stay put. When you're out in the game, the first priority is survival. Gang loyalty is worthless.

As they were talking, Ning Wei reappeared in everyone's sight, carrying a guy whose face was ashen.

Who else could it be but Lin Wenhua?

Butler Ning's face now had several dark marks, seemingly from engine oil? It seemed that Lin Wenhua had also eliminated all the cyborg assassins he had left behind for self-defense.

"master."

Ning Wei casually wiped away the dirt, took out the obedient little black dog from his pocket, and handed it to Wen Shengkui, pretending to be nonchalant as he shook off a few dog hairs stuck to the lining.

"oh?"

Grandpa Wen gave him a strange look. "What did I tell you before?"

This little trick definitely didn't escape his notice.

"I……"

Ning Wei looked a little embarrassed. "I... I'll write my resignation when I get back."

"Fine, fine, this won't happen again."

Wen Shengkui suddenly smiled, then closed his eyes and ordered, "Push me back, I'm tired."

"Yes, thank you for your magnanimity, sir."

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