Xia Liu took the opportunity to look outside.
Downstairs in the empty lot, more than a dozen motorcycles were roaring incessantly.
Each bike had two people on it, with thirty or forty people down below.
"It's these people again!"
Liang Caiming knew without looking, because this group made noise downstairs every day.
If it wasn't for the front door being locked, they would have certainly rushed up.
"Do you know whose people they are?" Xia Liu wasn't familiar with Binlai City, so he could only inquire about it from Liang Caiming.
"They belong to a nearby Motorcycle Gang. There seem to be about forty of them. Wherever there's debt unpaid or tenants who haven't moved out, they show up."
"If their repeated persuasion doesn't work, they'll resort to violence."
As she talked about this, Liang Caiming began to feel afraid.
If they resorted to violence, even if she called the police, she couldn't dare to imagine what could happen in the meantime.
