At this moment, Yang Yan's gaze was fully on the several men in black standing beside Shen Yi. They wore European-style shoulder capes, revealing their muscular upper arms, developed pectorals, and abdominal muscles, all covered in tattoos – upon closer inspection, they were all American black panthers.
These tattoos made these ferocious men seem even more intimidating. Their glares were extremely cold, as if they were killing gods, capable of making the most accurate and rapid decisions about any movement around them. If someone were aiming to harm Shen Yi at this moment, these four could instantly spring into action!
"You're talking about Qingzi?"
Upon hearing Yang Yan's words, Shen Yi's face immediately displayed a hint of disdain, "That guy is merely trash. I can't believe how well I treated him in the past, only to find he couldn't beat any of these men behind me. I truly raised him in vain for all these years."