"Thank you, sir, thank you, Mr. Yang," Aunt Tong gratefully thanked Yang Yu and the owner. The owner didn't say much, just signed and left.
One had to admit, Yang Yu's influence in Tianhai City was indeed very powerful; even those who didn't know him were willing to give him face.
Outside the police station, Aunt Tong slammed her son Wu Yan across the face: "We finally have a stable and wealthy life, why would you do something like this?"
"Stable and wealthy?" Wu Yan retorted with defiance, "I'd rather be killed than stuck in school studying all day!"
Aunt Tong continued to scold her son: "You don't want to study, I won't force you, but why do you steal and rob? Don't you know that's against the law?"
"Back in the Witch Clan, I took whatever I wanted from others. What does 'against the law' even mean? I don't understand," Wu Yan justified boldly, "My dad taught me this when he was still alive. Is there a problem with that?"
