"Snap!" Fang Zong subconsciously crushed it with force, and suddenly, a clanging sound rang out.
Eight white iron crystals fell to the ground with a clatter.
...
When Fang Zong returned to his apartment, it was already late at night.
The next morning, someone returned his food truck.
There were four people in the car. After getting off, they stood side by side at the entrance of the apartment, like javelins. The Indian student who happened to be coming out saw the four people's gaze and felt his head shrink.
What kind of look is that? It's like a god looking down on you!
It wasn't pretentious; it was genuine. He seemed like a god who controlled many people's lives, his gaze unfocused and empty.
This shows they don't take him seriously, but strangely, the Indian student wasn't angry at all, and even thought it was perfectly normal!
The other party is a god, and he is a human.
He should kneel down!
With his knees trembling, the Indian student walked to the side, trying to detour around the entrance using the steps. Just then, a bearded white man walked out of the house next door.
"Mr. Yang Tiesheng!" The greeting was like an iceberg melting.
The four people smiled—two men and two women, a perfect pair—and greeted Yang Tiesheng with slightly obsequious expressions:
"You're really lucky, kid. You were one of the first to follow the supervising agent, Fang."
There was also a two-meter-tall, dashing woman with a sour tone: "You've even moved in next to the supervisor, you brat! Does that mean the four of us will have to do whatever you say from now on?"
"No, no, I wouldn't dare." Yang Tiesheng smiled awkwardly, but also quite proudly.
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