Ye Zhen and Wang Chaling's fight remained deadlocked.
The former wanted to keep fighting, while the latter wanted to call it quits and avoid risking his life. But it was not up to Wang Chaling. As long as Ye Zhen refused to back down, he had no choice but to continue fighting him.
At that moment, Yang Jian was merely an ordinary onlooker.
He drank cola and ate seafood and grilled skewers at a street stall, as though he had not seen their fight at all.
He even had the leisure to stroll around Dadong City.
However, the direction of his stroll was rather unusual. Before long, he arrived at an old road with few pedestrians, dim streetlights, and lush old trees planted along both sides. It carried a strong sense of age.
Beside this old road stood an old residence from the Republican Era.
The residence was dark, its iron gate tightly locked. No one had lived there for a long time, as though it had been abandoned for years.
Yet the abandoned old residence was not dilapidated. Though old, the structure remained intact. The walls were undamaged, the roof had no leaks, and with a little cleaning and repainting, it could still be lived in.
However, the old residence was somewhat eerie. Even those passing by usually only cast it a hurried glance and did not dare step inside.
But Yang Jian ignored it completely.
Sipping his cola, he headed toward the old residence. With a bang, the iron gate before him opened by itself.
"Since I have nothing better to do, I might as well go in and take a look."
Yang Jian entered alone. He wanted to find out whether the pendulum clock in the old residence was still there.
The moment he entered, some strange