Of course he wants money, but what he really wants most is the process of winning. The blood vessels are swollen, and there is no disadvantage in any direction, and a strong sense of satisfaction standing at the peak. Defying the rules, defying the opponent, feeling invincible. Drugs and women are just a means to allow him to maintain a high fighting spirit. So he would rather take risks than give up his position, which is probably similar to the feeling of dying in battle, but it must not be so noble. When he shouted that I was not leaving, he must be thinking that I can win. Even when he passed a small note to his friends, he must have thought that I could win. The result was sold. He lost because he didn't stick to the wolf's principle to the end, but fortunately, he still had enough chances to kill all the people who had stabbed himself.
No matter what other people think, he lives freely, between total madness and absolute sanity, treating others like a fart. His bloodthirsty is not for survival but for life, and no matter how embarrassed he is, he has never been really defeated.
No, I don't agree with him. I can't even understand him. I can only think that it is a way of life, someone has to live like this, or life is better than death.
But I have to pay tribute to such a fierce existence.
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