Like a Demon

"Wait!"

Hong San's shout tore through the sky, shocking everyone.

For a moment, there was a commotion in the crowd. Many people were surprised, but many people were flustered. In an instant, half of the people immediately lowered their heads or turned around.

Hong San strode over and pressed down on the shoulder of the person he had noticed.

"Turn around."

His voice was surprisingly calm.

However, it made people feel a chill.

The man whose shoulder was grabbed trembled and deliberately shouted at the top of his voice, "Let go of me! What do you want to do?! Help! Kang De's lackey…"

"… Brooklyn Rosser."

Hong San said in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

Panic appeared on the man's face as he struggled, "What did you say? I don't know you! You've got the wrong person! Let go of me quickly!"