108 Interrogation 3

It was an unremarkable evening, and he attended the elite's dinner party, as usual. Although sitting at the same table, he could only play the role of a smiling, toasting Joker, unable to talk back when reprimanded and lectured by others.

Born from the underworld, he wasn't truly trusted by the elites. Many were outwardly polite but scorned him in private, considering him a "dog that couldn't be domesticated." As long as he was willing to remain an obedient tool, he could continue to sit at that dining table; but once trust was lost, he would be kicked away from the table, or worse, be put on it.

It was precisely because of his lower-class background that he felt a strong sense of inferiority and pride when facing those privileged elites. This combination of feelings became extremely twisted after enduring their humiliations, filling his heart with a toxic fire of anger and resentment.