The lights on the Ghost Street were as bright as day.
The hustle and bustle of the street gave off an unbridled indulgence.
This was also the main reason why Third Master Qin and the others could oppress or hurt people at will, or even take their lives.
In fact, the one who had the bigger fist and the one who had the power was the one who made the decision!
Qin Yiyi curled her lower lip and looked up at a lamp not far away that was swaying left and right in the wind, giving off a brilliant and colorful light.
A cold glint flashed across her eyes.
Wasn't it just about the size of the fist? Then let's have a competition!
She sat on the teng chair that was casually pulled out from Du Wuniang's shop and closed her eyes to take a nap.
She was dressed casually and her face was filled with contentment!
