Four Split Personalities

Chapter 1458: Chapter 674: Confused Cleo_2

“You really had it coming~”

Once Cleo realized his naivety, the guy slouched in the chair next to him let out a couple of mocking chuckles and mercilessly remarked, “You seem to take Boss Jun and the others quite seriously, but your actions clearly showed you didn’t. It’s like you’re the only person in the world with a brain cell. Refusing to take over the Black Gold Cross Street Inn? Sure, on the surface, it seems like you’ve got principles, but deep down, you’re probably seething with dissatisfaction. This mindset might even escape your own awareness, but your deific approach these past few weeks has made it blatantly obvious.”

Cleo’s face darkened: “I just…”

“Nothing ‘just’ about it. I already told you, this kind of mindset might even be something you’re unaware of.”

Motan cut Cleo off, raising an eyebrow sarcastically. “A lot of people love to excuse themselves when they’re doing something rash, irrational, or flat-out stupid. They come up with reasons that seem mature, wise, or grand. You, apparently, have crafted a persona of ‘mature, rational, and gracious in defeat.’ Then you shoved yourself into this mold and successfully brainwashed yourself into justifying behaviors that would make even a fool cringe. You dress up thoughts like, ‘I just want to fail in an understandable way’ and ‘I hope to learn something from them’ to mask the ugly truths behind your actions, like jealousy, resentment, or even plain pettiness.”

Cleo’s rather handsome face turned from pale to flushed, his fury swelling so intensely it could burst his lungs, and yet, he couldn’t muster a single word to retort Motan’s words, which were sharper than knives. His only option was to watch as Motan relentlessly sprinkled salt, cumin, and chili powder on his already tattered wounds.

“If I had to sum it up in the bluntest possible way…”

Motan curled his pinky finger to dig at his nose, then casually wiped it on the edge of the table before curling his lips into an impish but uncharming smile. “Childish.”

[This guy is brutal…]

Jun Wu and Wei Yang exchanged a glance, and the two, along with Feather Song, seemed to envision Cleo spitting blood in rage, much like the literary prodigy-turned-military strategist dubbed “The King of Verbal Dismemberment.”

But then…