Qin Yi's eyes quietly swept over the crowd around him, and finally his gaze fixed on the scarlet digits of the electronic clock on the wall, falling into deep contemplation.,"You scoundrel!" Yang Qingqing calmed down, her eyes red with anger, and she rushed towards Qin Yi with a punch. She hit him hard in the chest, making him hunch over in pain. Only then did she feel better.,At this moment, he was probably even weaker than the most ordinary ghost soldier under his command, indistinguishable from any mortal on Earth.。