CRACK!
With a grating screech, the iron fence abruptly collapsed. Shen Fanyun leaped forward and lightly set his foot on top of it.
Passersby, Han Long's subordinates, and the so-called dignitaries who had seized the opportunity to curry favor—but whose low status forced them to wait outside—were all stupefied. They gaped, their expressions filled with disbelief.
Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it. Someone actually had the audacity to tear down the iron fence.
"Who are you? Are you looking for death?"
A group of young men in black suits and crew cuts, clearly not to be messed with, immediately swarmed over and menacingly encircled him. They were the ones responsible for blocking the road.
Fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, the passersby quickly backed away from Shen Fanyun.
Shen Fanyun exhaled a cloud of smoke, completely unconcerned and seemingly oblivious to the impending disaster.
