Wednesday, evening.
After that somewhat bizarre pre-trial had ended during the day, it was naturally time to prepare for the trial on Thursday afternoon.
Zhang Wei was currently in the "war room" of Zhang's Martial Arts School, discussing strategies with his friends, who were theoretically a think tank but practically more like a group just going through the motions.
"Although I'm not Ren Xingzhou and his team, my guess for their fundamental strategy would be..."
Zhang Wei quickly scribbled a few tactics on the blackboard, preparing to analyze which approach Ren Xingzhou's side would likely employ.
"Hey, they really aren't afraid to die!"
But just at this moment, his dear second daughter raised her hand.
"What's up, second daughter?"
By now, Zhang Wei had let himself go, and the nickname with his second daughter had become accepted by everyone.
So shouting it out in public, in front of people like Xia Qianyue, took nobody by surprise anymore.