He had a deep impression of them. The people of Fenghe City were still restrained, but among the batch of people from Qingliang City, there were a few who were very arrogant. Their mouths were foul and mean, and they always intensified the conflict.
Of course, because of the deterrence of the Demon Suppression Division, they did not dare to fight. This time, he encountered it again. In the end, it would probably end hastily.
"Lin Yan, what do you think?"
"Of course… I'll sit and watch."
Lin Yan pointed at a teahouse at the corner of the street and waved his hand. He walked straight over with Ning Xiaohui and happened to walk past the two groups of people.
He was wearing an official uniform, so these two groups of people naturally could tell. Their gazes were all focused on Lin Yan.
"Don't look at me, and don't care about me. As long as you don't fight, you can quarrel, scold, or even spit at each other. Do whatever you want."
