"Give my aunt back to me!"
The short-haired girl's icy voice echoed through the apartment, filled with an unquestionable determination.
Terrible malice was gathering, and powerful strength was about to awaken.
When she placed her three fingers on her own chest, all the players, including Li Changhe, felt a sense of oppression.
But the short-haired girl did not strike directly, sensing that these guys were tough to deal with. Starting a fight might involve her aunt.
Moreover, her aunt seemed to have lost her memory and did not recognize her own kin.
This made the short-haired girl grind her teeth in anger.
She believed these people had done something to her aunt, making her forget the child she had raised.
At the same time, the short-haired girl also noticed.
Among those surrounding her, some were dressed in black trench coats that, although different from her own style, were quite similar.