"Master?
Heh, I hope you truly live nine thousand years!" White Crane, seeing that the situation had been settled, cast a deep glance at William Cole before he turned around, leading his men away.
White Tiger spoke coldly, "Master, this man disrespected you. Should we get rid of him?"
"No need."
William Cole shook his head, "He was the adopted son of the previous Master. Undoubtedly, he won't be in good spirits now that his adoptive father is dead. It's only natural."
"Understood, Master!" White Tiger nodded, taking his position to one side.
"Master, what should we do next?" Vermilion Bird asked with a slight smile.
William Cole sighed, "Stop calling me 'Master.' I'm not suited for this position.
I'm merely a humble doctor, spending my days treating people and chatting with the neighbours. This whirlpool of power is really not for me." "Yes, Master!"