"Interesting!"
Amid this tourist-clearing operation—clearly targeted at him—Qin Fan stopped walking and slid his phone back into his pocket. As he stopped, four young men in black suits with slightly bulging temples immediately surrounded him while the others cleared out the tourists ahead.
In no time, a twenty-meter stretch of empty ground was cordoned off. Chairman Wang's entourage stood guard at both ends, preventing anyone from entering the area, while the men Chen Shan had brought formed a tight circle around Qin Fan.
"What's all this about?" Qin Fan asked with a harmless-looking smile, amused by the men in black surrounding him. He was also slightly curious about their background.
No wonder. The men surrounding him are all Martial Artists! Although their cultivation isn't high—they've barely entered the Ming Energy stage—anyone who can gather a dozen Ming Energy Martial Artists as enforcers is clearly no ordinary person.
