Wen Yu's explanation was effective. Or rather, Claus was simply tactful.
After all, regardless of the method, the ability to stealthily enter his bedroom at this time was a testament to one's skills and enough to attract Claus's attention.
Calmly draping a blanket over his body and casually knocking out the few women in his bed, Claus raised both hands. He slowly and cautiously turned around to face this uninvited guest, speaking in a formal tone, "How may I serve you, mysterious powerful expert?"
His demeanor was good, neither overly humble nor arrogant. Most importantly, he hadn't started with useless words like "You're dead!" or "Who are you?!"
Wen Yu poured himself another glass of red wine and casually seated himself on the plush sofa, waving lightly at Claus. "Relax," he said. "I'm here to discuss some matters with you, or rather, to ask for a favor."
