The little girl suddenly turned back and saw two drenched figures appear at the other end of the balcony.
Yan Zhihai also became alert instantly and shouted sternly:
"Who are you? How did you get in here! This is a private residence!"
His obese body tried to rise but almost fell over.
The man on the other side said:
"I'll give you a demonstration first, whether or not to act is up to you. You might be very resistant since you've never done this before."
"Once you do it, you cross an irreversible line."
"But I still suggest you try it. Even if we can't reconcile with our past selves, we can still avenge them."
Yan Zhihai's questioning was ignored by the man, who wore gloves named "Forgot the Keys" by an old madman.
Not long ago, the double security doors of this villa were smashed open by these gloves.
Just as the thunder roared, shaking his eardrums, Yan Zhihai admired the little girl's terrified demeanor.
