As their master grew older and more experienced, their methods became slicker and slicker.
Those who offended their master would be left to suffer a fate worse than death, without anyone being able to catch even a speck of fault on them.
If their young master really had an accident, he feared he might be sent off to Africa to mine coal...
While he was lost in his chaotic thoughts, hurried footsteps sounded from the end of the corridor.
He instinctively turned his head to look, his calves cramped again, his knees weakened, and he felt a strong impulse to kneel.
Their master had arrived.
Yen Wenqing's face was cold, seemingly calm, and his emotions were indiscernible.
But Yen Fei knew, the more their master wore this expression, the more it meant that their lord was enraged to the extreme.
It was just like their master: the angrier he got, the calmer his face appeared.
Yen Fei stepped forward, bowed respectfully, his voice trembling: "Chairman Yen."
