The vast enclosure was gradually tightening, and the people at the bottom still hadn't understood what was happening.
The scene resembled the riots of the lower classes decades ago, and even seemed more exaggerated than that time.
After all, back then, there weren't these seemingly indifferent and frosty knights of judgment.
Looking around, Liu Lang shook his head with a wry smile and said:
"Miss Li, I'm sorry, but this time I can't help you."
Li Xiaoyu nodded calmly and replied:
"Boss Liu, I hope to see you again in the future."
Despite the large presence, it was merely a game for the rich.
Liu Lang believed that in the end, Li Wanye and Li Zheng wouldn't be too hard on their kin.
Li Xiaoyu walked towards the back street.
The usually somewhat empty main street now felt oppressive and grim due to the heavy guarding.
Liu Lang headed towards the door of his forge, adopting an attitude of leniency through confession, hoping to suffer a little less.
The time was two hours.
