In Wu Sanlu's villa.
After a thorough examination, Wu Sanlu only had some soft tissue bruises, nothing serious.
With some ointment applied, Wu Sanlu walked out and saw Yang Chen sitting on the sofa drinking tea, with Jianfeng and the others beside him.
He walked over and was about to kneel to Yang Chen.
Yang Chen reached out to stop him, "No need!"
Wu Sanlu awkwardly stood up and bowed to Yang Chen, "Master!"
"Not that either!" Yang Chen casually waved his hand.
Wu Sanlu's face turned pale, looking nervously at Yang Chen, fearing that Yang Chen would not accept him.
But Yang Chen's next words fully reassured Wu Sanlu.
"Call me sir from now on," Yang Chen said flatly.
"Yes!" Wu Sanlu was overjoyed.
Because now, he could only survive by following Yang Chen. Without a backer, he would instantly suffer a tragic fate.
For now, Wu Sanlu felt he had bet right!
