This story unfolds during the later stages of World War II, where a man, scarred by the horrors of war, finally grasps the profound and harsh realities of the world. In this world, those at the top laugh and celebrate, while those at the bottom sacrifice their lives in futile conflicts driven by pride and meaningless ambition. A modern soul transmigrates and fuses with the original soul of a body, creating a unique and extraordinary existence. To some, he is a villain; to others, a madman. In a world steeped in cruelty, this man, determined to secure a place among the decision-makers, struggles to break free from the ranks of those powerless to control their fate. To achieve his goal, he resolves to shatter the chains of law, then the chains of morality, and finally the chains of mediocrity.
Lancer was smoking a cigarette. The cigarette butt was about to burn his fingers. He dropped the cigarette butt fiercely, "Richard, help me watch over them, I need to make a call to Hardy."
Richard nodded and looked at the two girls. The girls turned around on their wooden horses and waved to Richard together.
"Uncle Richard~~"
Richard liked the sound of them calling him very much.
Smiling and waving to the girls.
When Richard spoke to Lancer earlier, it was out of respect, but he had already made up his mind. If Lancer continued to hesitate, he wouldn't mind taking matters into his own hands.
There was something Hardy once said that stuck with him.
"We're brothers. Brothers sometimes act foolishly, get lost, run into trouble. That's all fine. We should step up and help them out."
Hardy was dealing with something at the moment.