"It's him!"
After a long walk, the breathless Chen Yifan exploded with rage the moment he saw Qin Fan. Pointing at the figure ahead, he roared, his voice slurred and whistling from his gap-toothed mouth. At this moment, he didn't care about the stabbing pain his shouting caused; he was singularly focused on the image of Qin Fan with all four of his limbs crippled.
In truth, Chen Shan didn't need his son to point it out; he already knew his men had the bastard under control. He quickened his pace, entering the section of the wall that had been cleared of tourists. Behind him, Director Wang paused as he passed two of the guards on duty. "Keep an eye out," he ordered. "Make sure no one films this."
"Yes, Director Wang!" the men immediately nodded in response. They quickly scanned the crowd of onlookers gathered in the distance. When they spotted someone pulling out a phone to record, the two guards charged forward menacingly.
