"Is this your home? Ma'am, who turns their home into something like this?" Allen Zhang said.
The woman was somewhat at a loss for words, yet stubbornly retorted: "This is my home, who are you to judge me? You're just a stranger! How I live my life is my own business! There's no law saying everyone must clean their room!"
"But the law also doesn't allow you to illegally detain others," Allen Zhang remarked, not wanting to engage with her any further. He wasn't sure if she was genuinely mentally ill or pretending, but based on her words and actions, she was at best half sane.
The General Sect Leader didn't want to lay a hand on the woman, so he turned and walked toward the staircase inside the room, shouting, "Hey! Mr. Dis, are you there?"
Soon, there was movement downstairs.
The woman's expression slightly changed.
"Did you say you were alone at home?" Allen Zhang turned and smiled at the woman: "You've got quite the big rats in your house."
