Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

Wen Yu's explanation was quite effective, or rather, Klaus was perceptive.

After all, regardless of the method, being able to silently enter his bedroom at this time was enough to grab Klaus's attention.

Calmly draping a blanket over his body and casually knocking out a few women on the bed, Klaus raised his hands and slowly turned his body, looking at the uninvited guest, and spoke politely.

"I don't know how I can serve you, unknown powerhouse."

His attitude was good, neither overly humble nor aggressive, and most importantly, he didn’t start with any useless remarks like "you're dead" or "who are you"!

Wen Yu poured himself a glass of red wine, plopped down onto the soft sofa, and slowly waved his hand at Klaus.

"Don't be nervous. I'm here to discuss something with you, or rather, to ask for your help."

Perhaps sensing that Wen Yu had no hostility, Klaus smiled and nodded. "If I can help you, I will do my best. Let's consider this a way to make friends. So, what is it?"

Wen Yu took a gentle sip of red wine, speaking with a hint of levity.

"Let's not rush into that. I have a friend downstairs; could you please ask someone to bring him up?"

...

Upon hearing Wen Yu's words, Klaus's expression stiffened slightly.

After all, sneaking into my bedroom was already a slap in the face, and now you want to invite a friend? Am I hosting a party here?

Perhaps noticing Klaus's hesitation, Wen Yu chuckled lightly. "Well, I think you should change your clothes, take a shower, and prepare to welcome guests. What do you think? Also, I really don't mean any harm."

Although sneaking into someone's master bedroom was somewhat impolite, for Wen Yu and Kuang Liu, their strength already showed enough sincerity.

Hearing this, Klaus nodded slightly while slowly lowering his raised hands, cautiously testing Wen Yu's reaction.

There was no reaction at all.

Now, Klaus was truly at a loss.

When he first saw Wen Yu, Klaus thought he was the kind of person who relied on his special skills to extort others.

Such people were not uncommon in the city of sin; in the past, two or three people had approached his bedroom silently.

However, this guy in front of him barely made a sound; he either had weak strength or was stronger than Klaus! Klaus leaned towards the latter!

Moreover, judging by his attitude, he didn't seem like someone who wanted to rob him.

After pondering for a moment, Klaus decided to handle this matter according to his own thoughts.

"My apologies."

Klaus politely nodded at Wen Yu, then slowly got up, trying to move as slowly as possible, adopting a harmless posture as he made his way to the bathroom.

Wen Yu just quietly sipped his red wine.

I have to say, Klaus's red wine wasn't bad; even Wen Yu, who was somewhat unrefined, could taste the quality.

...

The sound of water drowned out the noises in the bathroom.

However, with Wen Yu's exceptionally keen hearing, he could naturally hear Klaus's voice as he communicated with his subordinates through a communication device.

To this, Wen Yu thought it was good if Klaus was happy, as he could tell that Klaus was a smart person. And smart people would make the right choices at the right time!

Sure enough, it didn't take long before Klaus emerged from the bathroom, covered in steam, and casually opened the wardrobe, changing clothes in front of Wen Yu.

"Is the red wine enough?"

"Better get some more."

Wen Yu smiled at Klaus.

"Please wait a moment."

Klaus bowed slightly to Wen Yu and called his communicator.

"Tell the kitchen to prepare a dinner, and bring a bottle of red wine over—the best from the cellar!"

Then he put down the communicator, poured himself some red wine, and slowly said, "I've already asked someone to fetch your friend; the Asian standing outside should be him?"

"That's right."

"And just now, I had my men check the surveillance, but found no trace of you. May I ask, how did you come in?"

"Skills. Your defensive measures here are decent, but don't expect your surveillance and technology to guard against an infiltration by a super powerhouse. Although calling myself a super powerhouse might seem a bit self-aggrandizing, I am not joking."