Fang Zhongqian, seeing Yan Yuchen suddenly appear midway, couldn't help but snort coldly and said: "Attack!"
"Let go of Feng Yiyi, come at me if you have any issues!" Yan Yuchen was covered in wounds, his leg still not fully healed, but when he spoke, there was not the slightest hint of vagueness in his words.
He shielded Feng Yiyi behind him, using his own body to block her from Fang Zhongqian's subordinates, leaving them no opportunity to exploit.
Fang Zhongqian's subordinates had been ready to make their move, but after taking a closer look at Yan Yuchen, he couldn't help but ask: "Are you with Interpol?"
"Correct, I am. What you're doing here, openly engaging in violence, it's already illegal. If you don't want to be arrested, then leave immediately."
Fang Zhongqian sneered and said: "Hmph, although we have never interfered with each other's business, I respect the people from Interpol. Are you intending to break that rule?"