Shen Qiang smiled and said seriously, "Your account funds, antiques, including your Storage Ring, have all been lost to me, so it's impossible for me to give them back to you. If you want me to cure your illness, then prove your value."
"What do you mean?" Bianyi was anxious. "You've devoured all my wealth, and now I'm penniless."
Shen Qiang smiled: "Losing a bet means accepting the consequences; you surely understand this principle. Besides, I can tell you explicitly, accept the deal, be my loyal dog, prove your value, and I won't let you die. I'll even give you plenty of opportunities to blackmail others and manipulate their emotions."
Bianyi frowned. "Why should I trust you?"
"Because you have no other choice," Shen Qiang said seriously.
Taking a deep breath, Bianyi looked at Shen Qiang nervously and said, "I agree to be your partner. I can call you boss, follow your orders. You can treat me as a friend, an employee, but I'm not your dog."
