Following Alana’s gesture, Julian’s subordinates and the Hua Ji Hong gang members who had been standing in the dark walked out like an encirclement, surrounding the group of people who had just yelled at Najilie.
When Alana and Julian appeared, Zuo Xiangdong had already walked back to the dumb uncle and stood still.
“Don’t you want to talk? Why is there no sound?”
Alana said with sarcasm, his gaze swept across the faces of the audience.
“You…who are you?”
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