Lin Qiye: My House is Quite Big!

Outside Jiang City, in a small residential area decades years old.

There were all types of people.

Yellow-haired hooligans stood by the street.

When they saw Lin Qiye coming over in decent clothes, they surrounded him with a cigarette in their mouths.

"Br*t, I'm in charge of this place..."

Clap!

Lin Qiye slapped him a few times.

The yellow-haired kids spat out the smoke mixed with their teeth.

"Get lost! Otherwise, I'll break your legs!"

The hooligans lay on the ground, covering their faces and rolling around in pain.

Lin Qiye left quickly and entered the inner part of the community.

He walked to the floor where Zhu Yuheng's house was.

"What reason should I use to save her?" Lin Qiye was a little depressed.

While he was thinking, Lin Qiye suddenly smelled blood.

"Hmm? It is the smell of real blood."

His expression changed slightly, and wisps of lightning spread, covering Zhu Yuheng's house.