His premonitions had always been accurate.
This time was no exception.
With his thick skin and "silver tongue," he had successfully befriended the man he'd sensed was no ordinary person.
People like him, who seemed gloomy and quiet at first glance but were actually just bad at socializing, weren't difficult to handle at all.
Later, he had returned to the peak of his career.
Just as he had done this time with the Yu family.
They doubted his abilities, did they?
Then they could just "enjoy" a taste of fear.
As he faced the fear and trepidation of others, he smiled with smug restraint.
But for the first time, he hadn't gotten an apology and an admission of fault. Instead, he'd been met with stern words.
He didn't understand.
Where had things gone wrong?
Over the past few times, Master Yang had never failed.
He hurriedly called Master Yang.
A sense of panic he hadn't felt in a long time seized his mind.
He gnawed at his nails.
He was angry, with a hint of inexplicable unease.
His emotions were still running high, so he'd become a little long-winded.
He was used to the silence on the other end of the phone.
Master Yang didn't like to talk.
At first, he hadn't been used to it. He'd always felt as though he were talking to thin air.
But after a few calls, he'd gotten used to it.
Besides, the other person always listened to what he said.
And once he'd finished, Master Yang would answer him.
So the silence before that didn't matter.
After all, his only reason for trying to build a good relationship with the other man was so he'd stand up for him when necessary.
"Master Yang, is Little Wolf back?"
There was