Death Rate of the A-Grade Retreat Room

Since the Chen mother and daughter wanted to invite a god, they had to bear the price of doing so.

For the next week, Yang Sheng would enter the isolated A-Grade Retreat Room to cultivate.

At that time, he would know nothing about what was happening outside.

He could ignore everything else, but he had to make arrangements for his father in advance.

Especially after they had just experienced an assassination attempt by the Dark Alliance, it was hard to say whether they would make any further moves.

Although the Chen Family could not compare with Bay City's other top families,

they at least possessed a newly established chamber of commerce with considerable strength.

The chamber of commerce had Dark Force experts stationed there.

Even if it really came under attack from the Dark Alliance, it could at least hold out for a while—long enough for Jiang Tian to come to the rescue.

Yang Sheng did not say much to the Chen mother and daughter.

After briefly giving his father a few instructions, he turned and left the Chen Family villa.

That only left Old Yang scratching his head as he said somewhat awkwardly to Aunt Chen, "Sister Chen, sorry for the trouble over the next few days."

Aunt Chen forced a smile.

"It's no trouble, no trouble."

She had been the one to invite Yang's father to stay at the villa. Yang Sheng was merely going along with the situation and agreeing to her request.

Yet he had refused to take on any of the responsibility that came with it.

Yang Sheng's attitude was clear: he would not take the initiative, would not refuse, and would not take responsibility.

Aunt Chen had no way to voice her grievances.

In the end, she could only shake her head helplessly.

"Xiao