If Martin Qian Ning had just paid me what I was owed back then, I wouldn’t have used his daughter to settle the debt.
If I hadn’t moved into that damn apartment, I wouldn’t have met that weirdo Sheldon on the roof.
If I hadn’t met that bastard Francis, I wouldn’t be sitting on Capitol Hill watching them fight over power.
If that woman named He Andy weren’t so unstable, I wouldn’t have become the Emperor of Finance.
So you see, I’m not the one at fault. It’s the world!
“Sir, today marks the thirtieth anniversary of the founding of the SCP Foundation. As its founder, you should be there to cut the ribbon!”
Damn it, why do I have to be so busy?
