Yu Qingliu Is Just a Low-Class Family

"Who are these people?"

"What's going on?"

"Didn't they say that we're working for the reclusive families? Where did these people come from? No one is managing them?"

The people in Ji Ziyin's laboratory retreated one after another and discussed animatedly. It was obvious that they were not confident.

But that made sense.

It would be strange if anyone could remain calm when they suddenly saw so many people charging in with AKs!

These people were all holding AKs and looked like they were not to be trifled with. Their aura was also bloodthirsty.

No matter how they looked at it, these people did not seem to be playing.

"Miss Ji?"

The man in the lead had stubble on his face and deep facial features. He looked to be of mixed blood.

He carried an AK on his back and actually walked in casually. This was the independent continent, wasn't he afraid?