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Hearing this, Lilith tilted her head. "Indeed, and you aren't any different. Though the ideas you had, for now, are more about fashion, like your father." Sol remembered the clothing design of the maid as well as their underwear and swimsuits and coughed lightly. "For example, the first king brought totally new tactics of war, he even wrote a book called the art of war, his most popular sentence was, if you know your enemy and know yourself, you need not to fear the result of a hundred battles."

"If you go down there with your face looking like that, as skittish as she is right now, she'd probably bolt." "What's wrong with my face?" "Never mind, what do you plan to do?" "What did I teach you about Sun Tzu?" "Ah, shit, no. You're not about to go Tony Montana on these people, are you? Because I gotta tell you, our town is too small for that shit." "The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting." "Coulda fooled me. Didn't you just bash somebody's face in like a week ago?" "There is no instance of a nation benefiting from prolonged warfare."

VITTORIA’S POV Three days before the wedding, I was sitting in the library. Not hiding. Not lurking. Sitting, comfortably, curled into one of the leather lounge chairs with a book resting open in my hands. The Art of War. Sun Tzu had lived and died long before men like Nikolai De Luca ever learned to call themselves kings, but strategy never aged. Power never changed. Only the pieces on the board did. I liked ancient warfare texts. They were honest. They didn’t pretend victory came from morality or mercy. They understood what most people refused to admit, wars were won before the first blow was struck.

KANE’s POV “Treat your men as you would your own beloved sons. And they will follow you into the deepest valley.” ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War A cool gust of wind caresses my skin as we finally reach our destination. Sergio’s haven looms over us as we crouch hidden in the tall grass. The place is dark, save for a few torched flames that Sergio’s guards carry as they patrol the premise. Russo, who is the stealthiest amongst us raises his hand ever so slightly, forming the number seven with his fingers.

"That's because you've read the Art of War from the warrior perspective; we're talking about a kid who's loyal to his mother with the teachings of Sun Tzu as his blueprint. Even if he's not thinking of taking his own life, we have to stop him from going after the UnSub. He won't be able to live with it for long. Even if he could, he could get caught, and that would be a waste of a good soldier." "I don't know shit about fuck! All I know is that if some asshole did that shit to my mother, it'd take all three of you and a battalion to get me off his ass. As for me doing myself in afterward, fuck that, not gonna happen. Maybe we should leave this kid where he is if he's so hot to cash it in. If

"It was years ago that he killed the red dragon! Besides, war is not a one-man show, it's a group art." I looked into Jason's eyes and said, "Do you know what the Art of War is?" "Your Majesty, I'm a boor. I only know how to fight. I don't know anything about art." Jason shook his head and bowed. "The Art of War is that, like the theatre, it is full of lies and deceit, full of deception. Real reality is not the same as what you see as real. To be remembered in history, a battle requires not only wise men, brave warriors, but also a little luck. Some luck with an unexpected turn of events."

“No, but I damn sure plan to put that on my to-do list for this year.” He laughed. “It’s a good read. Sun Tzu was a Chinese military strategist and philosopher. One of the popular concepts of his work was the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” He twisted the squares and pushed them up and down along the zig zag line, instead of from side to side like on a cube. “Do you understand what that is saying?” “Yes. Whoever tried to kill Mia is an enemy to Mia, me, and you. Therefore, in this moment, we’re all cool in the gang.”

Shouldn’t you be teaching me those tactics? “No, that’s not a good idea. Keep in mind that being natural is the name of the game. Start a conversation by making a comment about the present situation and the immediate environment. Always be aware of your surroundings.” {Hmm. Know your terrain. Sun Tzu. I dig it.} He treats the whole affair like a war campaign and I can’t blame him. Destruction and the taking of life are the only things he knows. But coming from Sun Tzu, there are more relevant maxims for him: knowing oneself and one’s enemy.

she continued. She could see hesitation in the other three’s faces. “The fuck, that actually worked?” thought Gray to herself. She had always dominated fistfights with her intimidating face and threatening words that effectively worked on delinquents who are purely driven by instincts. One of the things she had learned in reading Zia’s massive collection of books was the famous quote of Sun Tzu in her book “The art of War” that said “every battle is won before it is fought.” The quote somehow talked about how intelligence can win a war against strength. In Gray’s case, she knew she didn’t have the intelligence but she had a tactic that is widely popular in the world of wild animals. It is th

“I don’t want to understand him and it’s better that you haven’t provided me with sharp objects because I sure as hell want to kill him.” “You know there’s a famous Chinese writer, Sun Tzu, who wrote— 'If you know the enemy and know yourself you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.’” “Why are you trying to help me, Mario?” I questioned, feeling irritated now because I really didn't want to hear anything about him and I sure as hell didn't want to feel any less hate than I felt right that second. I hated him so much for pushing me like that that I had lost myself and he had seen me in one of my weak moments. “Does your master know that you’re here providing wisdom to his captive on