"Why all the fuss... We're all family here..."
Zhao Mingcheng laughed heartily as he pulled Lin Yuan along, and several of them walked back together.
The bodies were also taken away for disposal.
The blood was cleaned up.
In just a mere ten minutes or so, apart from the damage to the house during the battle, there was almost no sign of the fight left.
The owner had been wearing a mournful face, but when the people from the Eradication Department assured the homeowner that they should go to the Public Security Department the next day to discuss compensation, and guaranteed that the compensation would not be less than the demolition compensation, his smile was so wide that he could hardly close his mouth.
For decades, his old and decrepit property could neither be demolished nor sold. He'd eked out a living running a small inn, never dreaming that one day such a huge blessing would fall upon him, forcibly turning him into a second-generation demolishee.
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