February marked the tail end of winter in London, where outdoor temperatures still clung to a chill. Dense fog cloaked the ancient metropolis like a shroud. From atop the high-rises, only the upper halves of buildings pierced through the mist, resembling mirages rising from parched earth.

The helicopter began its engine warm-up procedure. High-frequency vibrations hummed through the airframe while it trembled as if suffering from feverish chills. As rotors whirred to life, voices among passengers naturally rose in volume by several decibels.

Wang Zhuo exhibited an absentminded demeanor. Zhao Yu and others noticed his distracted state but remained engrossed in their own anticipation - soon they'd board the Royal Princess through a helicopter tour. They paid little mind to Wang's peculiar behavior while discussing the logistics of aerial sightseeing.

In truth, Wang was currently observing another aircraft via his supernatural vision. The British should have logically placed both Chinese groups on separate flights given their mutual status as bidders for the Royal Princess, yet they'd opted not to facilitate introductions between potential competitors.

Liu Jiemin conversed fluently with an English official. Wang recognized Liu's proficiency in English conversation from his two-year London sojourn studying abroad. He understood how Britons blended formality with dry humor, maintaining a balanced tone neither arrogant nor overly deferential.

But to Wang, it was merely performative. Someone capable of committing murder for social advancement surely harbored similar baseness beneath their polished exterior. This individual simply concealed their true nature more skillfully than others.

Observing an enemy through this lens proved fascinating indeed - especially when recalling how the enemy had already been secretly retaliated against multiple times, each instance executed with surgical precision. Liu Jiemin would never fathom that while he'd fled to Britain seeking refuge from his misdeeds, his wife had unwittingly become a pawn in Wang's game of retribution.

Elegant by birth and raised among privilege, Yang Ru epitomized aristocratic pride. While Liu had secured her hand through good looks and talent (given their mismatched social standings), he could scarcely command even basic deference from her. When his occasional shortcomings prompted complaints, it became a battle for dominance rather than intimacy.

Yet Wang's relationship with Yang Ru offered an entirely different dynamic. Where Liu struggled to obtain even the most fundamental acts of submission, Wang achieved them effortlessly and without guilt. The very things Yang considered out-of-reach for Liu were now hers to command at will.

Yang had confided these details herself, though she significantly overestimated her discretion. She initially tried to deny that Wang was her first partner who'd experienced oral intimacy - partly for face-saving reasons, partly to avoid inflating his ego. But when Wang teasedly massaged her earlobe while feigning discomfort from her biting teeth and asked if she lacked experience, she'd unwittingly nodded in agreement.

Wang's exceptional eyesight was common knowledge among acquaintances, but his true gift lay in his silver tongue. A master of deception, he could fabricate elaborate stories with the same ease that others breathed. Under his persistent persuasion, Yang had eventually confessed every detail about her clandestine affairs.

Now observing Liu Jiemin through his supernatural vision granted Wang a profound sense of superiority - an ugly and sordid form of it, but one he readily embraced toward his enemy. His so-called lack of principles masked a core belief: "Respect me with a foot, I'll return ten." By extension: "Attack me first, and I'll retaliate tenfold."

This brutal yet direct philosophy - essentially Darwinian in nature - clashed with modern legal systems. But as he often mused through cynical repetition, who actually wrote these laws? Had they received his approval?

If more free-thinking individuals like himself existed, the world would either descend into chaos or achieve unprecedented unity. His fierce patriotism and honor far outweighed any disdain for bureaucratic compromise. If contributions to nation-building justified legal exceptions, then surely special provisions should exist for someone with his unparalleled dedication.

Though society progressed steadily, its laws lagged behind at a frustrating pace. Issues like prostitution (whether criminalized through 15-day detentions or two-year rehab programs) remained unresolved for decades - creating loopholes exploited by corrupt officials who extorted bribes under the guise of enforcement.

Yet in over half the world's nations, these same activities operated openly and legally.

Wang had long abandoned attempts to explain this to Tao Xue. The existence of red-light districts within socialist China itself - from underground massage parlors in small cities to-style brothels - demonstrated how easily legal frameworks could be circumvented. And what about those "amusement centers" masquerading as game arcades while functioning as gambling dens? These operations drained countless families into desperation, yet law enforcement seemingly turned a blind eye.

Anyone claiming ignorance of these realities would receive a resounding slap from Wang himself.

These realizations had crystallized years ago when his father was imprisoned due to judicial corruption. Textbook moral lessons and parental guidance suddenly seemed hollow. Heaven's paradise myth had been disproven; there were no just nations in reality, only pervasive injustice. Dignified living required relying on one's own efforts rather than naive trust in legal institutions.

The helicopter finally ascended through turbulent air currents into a stable flight zone where the aircraft ceased its erratic shaking.

Wang stopped observing Liu Jiemin - this "cuckolded peacock." Though Liu might profess genuine affection for Yang Ru, his obsession with her family's status and wealth was undeniable. Otherwise why would such an accomplished man fail to command basic respect from his wife?

These men made no moral errors per se, only poor life choices in their pursuit of social ascension. Wang simply refused to admire them. A true man should strive for dignity through self-made achievements rather than relying on inherited advantages.

He sneered silently as the helicopter approached the Thames estuary. A powerful wind dispersed lingering fog banks, revealing London's skyline below. Liming Xù and others cheered excitedly while snapping photos with phones and cameras.

Though Wang's enhanced vision easily pierced the fog, there remained a certain poetic allure in viewing scenes through atmospheric veils. He captured several images on his phone only to realize later that Ailin Tuopu's photograph was still stored among them - an unexpected discovery he couldn't quite process at the moment.

The helicopter soon hovered over the sea where Commander Hegel provided geographical context and announced a thirty-minute boarding window for the Royal Princess.

"Surely more than these two flights will arrive today?" Wang asked, "Commander, may I inquire about total attendance figures?"

"At least thirty batches," Hegel replied with characteristic British dryness. "The final auction price might exceed deposit amounts paid to the Ministry of Defense. If they've misappropriated funds, unsuccessful bidders might find themselves temporarily financing the British military for a season."

While this lengthy explanation involved complex syntax unfamiliar to native Chinese speakers, Wang grasped the meaning effortlessly and laughed heartily - even Maimon struggled to comprehend terms like "creditors" when inquiring further.

He explained to Liming Xù: Each bidder had paid 800,000 euros upfront, totaling 24 million for thirty groups. Yet experts estimated the decommissioned aircraft carrier would fetch no more than five million - a clear discrepancy between deposits collected and actual selling price.

Time passed swiftly when Wang's sharp eyes first spotted a dark speck on the distant horizon. Through his supernatural zooming vision, he identified two massive vessels anchored nearby: The Royal Princess itself alongside a smaller destroyer.

A brief surprise flickered across Wang's face before he shrugged it off. After all, the British had risen to maritime dominance for centuries - maintaining surplus warships was routine. With their current budget constraints, perhaps certain military components on the Royal Princess remained unremoved?

"There she is," he said, snatching a pair of binoculars from the cabin wall and handing them to Zhao Yu. "That small companion ship might be part of some 'buy one get one' package."