The young man looked downstairs with great interest, as if he was looking at whom he should be aiming at.

But before the plastic bag was thrown out, he heard a strange sound coming from his head.

The young man was stunned for a moment and turned his head to look up to the sky.

The next moment, a figure slid down the rope quickly, like the special forces of the Federal Army, falling from the clouds on the 88th floor and coming to him!

With a bang, the fallen figure kicked the young man in the chest with his feet, kicked him back from the window, and then he also entered the window and began to beat him up.

The young people in the room were stupid. He just threw away the garbage. As for?

I'll ask you if it's right?

At this moment, those who were watching this scene exclaimed in their hearts at the same time, and their nervous toes almost made a hole in their slippers.

Is this too cruel? Is this a club?

Zhang Qinghuan, the owner of the art club, stood downstairs and stared blankly, and finally murmured: "It's art!"

At first, he didn't know what Luo Wanya and others were going to do, so he felt that he was really idle to build elevators and install surveillance cameras in the slums.

But now, he realized what changes would happen here.

A group of more rogue people came to manage and incorporate rogues...

Thinking of this, Zhang Qinghuan suddenly became excited. Isn’t this the art he longed for?

Who has done this in the entire Federation? No one has done this!
Chapter completed!