Besides suspicious, another adjective that popped into Lu Yan's head at first glance was "expensive." The man in front of him was meticulous from head to toe. When he looked down at people, there was an indescribable coldness—a gaze that seemed to look down on everything. It was quite arrogant, and quite punchable.

As for how to specifically describe "expensive," it was probably what Li Zhen often said: someone who could wear a ten-yuan street stall item with the air of a hundred-thousand-yuan one.

Lu Yan immediately connected him with that silver modified car from downstairs.

'Is that car his?'

'Which family's young master ran away from home?'

'The demolition company boss's son?'

'How many brothers did he bring this time? Is he looking for a fight?'

Lu Yan's mind was racing.

...It's just that between the two of them, Lu Yan looked more like the suspicious one.

Due to being well-protected, Lu Yan's colorful and wild Shamate hairstyle was still perfectly intact. The hair gel he applied yesterday was still holding firm today, and the broom-like hair, resembling a flame, still stood tall.

His look had a greater impact than the sound of the guitar just now.

The wild-looking Lu Yan stood at the door and was the first to break the silence: "Who are you?"

The man said, "I'm looking for someone."

Lu Yan mentally ran through everyone who lived on this floor and was skeptical about his claim of looking for someone.

The residents in the building couldn't be further from the words 'rich relatives.' Besides widows and orphans, there were only extremely poor relatives. A few days ago, a girl downstairs was even chased down from afar by her own mother and slapped twice, just because the girl refused to give money for her younger brother to buy a house.

"Who are you looking for? Which apartment in the 600s?" Lu Yan asked.

"601." Although he didn't show it, the man was clearly growing impatient.

"What do you want with Sister Hong?" Lu Yan made up a name, hesitating for two seconds between 'Cuihua' and 'Xiao Hong'.

"..." The man said, "Why do you care so much?"

"She went out." Unexpectedly, Lu Yan didn't press further. He stepped aside and said, "She'll probably be back in a bit. What should I call you?"

"My surname is Xiao."

Lu Yan nodded, nonchalantly took out his phone, opened WeChat, and found his chat with Zhang Xiaohui. "Alright, I'll give her a call to let her know. Why don't you come into my place and wait for a bit?"

"Thanks." Xiao Heng's tone also softened. "I'll just wait here..."

But before he could finish his sentence, Lu Yan slammed him against the wall with a backhand motion!

Lu Yan used one hand to restrain the other's wrists, forcing his whole body to turn around. Xiao Heng's face came into close contact with the line of red graffiti on the corridor wall.

The red graffiti depicted an unidentified object with fangs and wings. If Xiao Heng raised his eyes slightly, he would meet the object's eyes—two circles.

○.○

Then Lu Yan let go of the things in his other hand. With a crash, the bowl and oranges fell directly to the floor.

He didn't give the other man any chance to react, pressing his elbow against the side of Xiao Heng's neck. Lu Yan didn't have much flesh on his arms; they were lean and toned, and the protruding bone of his elbow dug into the man's neck, causing sharp pain.

The two were about the same height. From Lu Yan's angle, he could see a section of the man's nape hidden beneath his shirt collar. He leaned in and said, "There's no Sister Hong. I don't even know the girl next door's name. I just used a random name to trick you, and you actually fell for it. You look so proper, how could you be doing this kind of thing?"

Xiao Heng hadn't sworn in ages, but this guy forced the curse words out of him. He turned his head and said, "Are you fucking crazy?"

After speaking, he took a deep breath. "I really don't know her name, but I truly have business with her."

The two of them were very close.

So close they could clearly hear each other's breathing.

Just now in the hallway, Xiao Heng hadn't gotten a proper look at this person. Now he looked closely. Aside from the exaggerated hairstyle, his face was surprisingly good-looking.

This "good-looking" was mainly because even with such a Shamate hairstyle, he still seemed a considerable distance away from being ugly.

Then the Shamate opened his mouth and said, "Business? Are you planning to cut the circuit or the water pipes?"

The Shamate asked again, "How many brothers did you bring this time?"

"..."

"Let go."

"My ass."

"Hey, Shamate." Xiao Heng laughed out of anger. "I'll say this one last time, let go."

"...Sha-what." Lu Yan also laughed in anger. "Say that again?"

Xiao Heng slowed down his speech and repeated, "Sha-ma-te."

"Heeeey," Lu Yan drew out the sound, saying in a roguish tone, "Be good."

Lu Yan just wanted to restrain the man to prevent him from escaping before the other residents returned. After the demolition company's last visit, everyone had to chip in for Auntie Zhang's medical bills, and the whole matter hadn't been settled yet.

He didn't want to solve the problem with violence.

Having been through a lot, knocking about in society, he didn't resort to fists easily, only words.

At first, Lu Yan really didn't take this young master-looking guy seriously. Looking at this young master, he had the feeling of, 'When I was out making a name for myself, you were probably still at home drinking milk.'

He thought he could handle him with just one hand.

However, at that very moment, the man who was being tightly suppressed by him suddenly exerted force. The situation was instantly reversed, and the one pinned against the wall, staring eye-to-eye with the red graffiti, became Lu Yan.

'...Fuck.'

Lu Yan was surprised.

'He can actually fight?'

Xiao Heng felt that the nerve in his brain called 'reason' was on the verge of snapping. He suppressed his irritation and tried to communicate with this Shamate again: "Listen, you might have misunderstood..."

Before he could finish, there was a loud bang from downstairs.

The entrance door, which didn't require an access card, was pushed open by someone unknown again. The action was rough, and the sound of the impact echoed in the stairwell.

Following that was an even rougher curse.

"Fucking hell," said a man with a hoarse voice, as if he had phlegm in his throat. "Rip it out! Rip out the circuit breaker for me! Cut the power!"

"No one's in the building, right?"

Another person replied, "Not many people. We sent someone in to check. They've all gone to work." "Good," that person laughed sinisterly. "I refuse to believe we can't deal with them this time."

"..." For the first time, Xiao Heng understood what it meant to be unable to clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

Before scuffling with the suspicious person in front of him, Lu Yan had already sent Zhang Xiaohui a WeChat message. He had only sent three words, "There's a situation." He didn't know how many residents of Unit 3 had received the message and were rushing back.

As it turned out, their speed was quite fast, and their numbers were not small.

The first to enter the building was a man with a big gold chain around his neck. In the scorching summer heat, he was only wearing a pair of floral shorts. He moved as fast as the wind, his presence far more formidable than the demolition company's crew.

Big Gold Chain: "I'd like to see who dares touch this circuit breaker! I'll take his damn life!"

The speed of the masses from Unit 3 was like a whirlwind. Even Zhang Xiaohui, who didn't have the strength to truss a chicken, took one down. Ten minutes later, the group that had come to dismantle the circuit breaker was piled outside like a heap of cabbages. The others surrounded them, shouting slogans: "Work together, united against outsiders."

"Burn with our hot blood! Ignite our passion!"

"Shout with me, refuse forced demolition!"

"Refuse forced demolition!"

"..."

"Building Six, Unit Three! Utterly shameless!"

"Shameless!"

A clamorous crowd of about twenty people gathered in a semicircle, raising their fists high and thrusting them towards the sky with every shout. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought it was some sort of cult gathering.

Lu Yan stood at the very front, standing out like a crane among chickens.

He was the most outlandish one among them.

Big Gold Chain was beside Lu Yan, holding a tree branch he had casually picked up from the ground. "All of you, squat down properly!"

Big Gold Chain: "You lot, ah, truly unrepentant... 'Man's nature at birth is good.' The most important thing in life is to be kind. What led you down the wrong path? You, I'm talking to you, lift your head."

Zhang Xiaohui stood behind him, borrowing his might, and stuttered, "T-t-t-talking to you!"

Lu Yan didn't speak. He reached for his pocket, but found only a lighter and no cigarettes. So, with extreme naturalness, he reached into the floral shorts Big Gold Chain was wearing and pulled out a pack of Chienmen from the pocket.

He pulled a cigarette from the pack.

"You," Lu Yan squatted down with the cigarette dangling from his lips, his gaze fixed on the most conspicuous person in the pile of cabbages. He 'tsked'. "Surrender or admit defeat?"

The young master's last shred of composure was exhausted. With a dark face, he gave him one word: "Fuck off."

"What kind of talk is that," Lu Yan said. "Have you no decency?"

This time, the young master didn't even grant him a single word.

Just then, another person in the cabbage pile tried to speak: "Um..."

Lu Yan: "You, shut up. This has nothing to do with you."

That person still wanted to say something: "No..."

Lu Yan flicked his cigarette ash. "I already told you to shut up. Do you not understand 'shut up'?"

Zhang Xiaohui copied him, but with no presence whatsoever: "Sh-sh-sh-shut up, don't you understand?"

"No," the person insisted unexpectedly. He shrank his head back and pointed at the person beside him.

The air of nobility.

The cold face.

And that watch that looked incredibly expensive.

Our Megatron Demolition Company doesn't have a guy like this at all!

He burst out with a very confused question: "This guy, who is he!"

The cigarette in Lu Yan's mouth made him choke.