When Wen Xian rose to his feet again, he took a deep breath and walked toward the dilapidated residential building.
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...
"What does my being here have to do with you, hmm? Who the hell do you think you are?"
He lazily exhaled the last ring of smoke as he spoke, then crushed the burnt-out cigarette butt on the windowsill with slow, deliberate force, grinding it into ash.
His tone was indifferent, but impatience was already evident in his brow, and his eyes showed a hint of disdain. Most importantly, there was an indescribable ferocity!
The blonde-haired punk stared at him, gripping his stick tightly and growled, "The fact that you're not a resident of this building is reason enough! You're not leaving today without explaining yourself—got it?"
As he spoke, he cracked his neck, producing a series of disturbing sounds.
Lu Xiao: "..."
