In the underground parking garage, Ye Xingchen stood with his arms folded and glanced at the broom in his hand, a trace of helplessness in his eyes. He wondered why, on a perfectly fine day, they had been assigned to clean the underground parking lot.
Looking thoughtful, he glanced at Xiaohua and the others, who had been split up nearby. He shook his head slightly, surveyed his surroundings, then headed in another direction to sweep.
As he swept, however, his instincts told him there seemed to be danger nearby. The next second, a can was suddenly kicked toward him. Several tall, burly men in school uniforms followed it over. Judging by the scars on their faces, they did not seem to be students at this school!
"Is this the kid? He looks fair and clean-cut, but nothing special. Why did you say he was so formidable? I'm finding that a little hard to believe. Hahahaha!"
"Yeah, boss, is something off here? Could the problem be with those guys themselves? This fellow looks so pale and delicate. He doesn't seem that hard to deal with."
"Cut the crap. He isn't even scared at the sight of us. One look tells you he's a tough customer. Be careful, and don't underestimate him. All of you, stay sharp."
The leader shook his head slightly. Looking at Ye Xingchen, he instinctively sensed something was wrong. He waved a hand, then took the initiative to close in.
Ye Xingchen stood rooted to the spot. Seeing this, he more or less understood who these people were. At a loss for words, he folded his arms and asked:
"Seriously, doesn't Murong Yunhai ever get tired of being a nuisance? Why did he send you here? I already told him not to bother me, not to bother me,