He came alone, not bringing any assistants.
He was even dressed in a suit, but due to his hurried arrival, his shirt had gathered a few wrinkles.
He seemed to pose no threat at all.
Those thugs had seen their share of big scenes, having engaged in many brawls, so how could a single threat intimidate them?
And this talk of international pursuit, it was nothing but a huge joke.
The thugs at the forefront didn't even care, continuing to advance.
Off to the side, Master Yan's brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was trying hard to think of something.
Suddenly, he broke out in a cold sweat and shouted, "Stop! Everyone stop!"
Since the thugs followed Master Yan's orders, they naturally had to stop, yet they were a bit confused.
The young agent dusted off his clothes and said with a half-smile, "Stop what? Weren't you all eager to rough someone up just now? Go on, I've made way for you. Could it be that you need an invitation?"