Before An Yang could react, the screen was filled with messages of the word [Boss.]
In fact, there were some people who started to beg to be taken in as a lackey.
[Boss please take me in. Please carry me. It won't take much effort for you to carry me !]
[Boss, would you mind taking on two more lackeys? I respect you a lot!]
[Boss, please help me gain elo! I'm your biggest fan! I'll be your little brother even though I'm two years older than you!]
[...]
On An Yang's side, the lackeys behind him were standing there awkwardly.
They didn't know what to do.
An Yang was their boss. Now that their boss had lost... This meant that he had to recognize someone else as his boss.
And what was worse was that the person that he had lost to did not look like a boss in any way shape or form.
"Brother Yang, umm… Why don't we just forget about it?"
