"Da Long, are you really trying to drive us to death? If you take our house away, where will we live?" the woman asked weakly.
The tattooed big man called Da Long sneered, "Where you live is none of my damn business!"
"Since you're not willing to move, we'll help you move!"
After saying that, he waved his hand and instructed the little brothers he brought along, "Get moving, throw all their things out."
"After throwing their stuff out, lock the door! If they dare to stop you, give them a beating!"
"Yes!" A group shouted in unison, then prepared to rush into Gao Quezi's home.
But at this moment, a voice rang out.
"What's going on here? Why are you forcing them to leave their own home?"
When this voice sounded, Da Long and his group were slightly surprised.
Da Long looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in his early twenties. He was extremely handsome, far surpassing any young and fresh meat he had ever seen.