"Who are you people? Get out of here immediately!" a tall and robust young man in a police uniform pointed at Ye Fan and roared furiously.
The police officers behind him were equally enraged, each with bloodshot eyes glaring at Ye Fan as if they could devour him.
Ye Fan couldn't stand the attitude of the police officer. He glanced coldly and said indifferently, "Let's talk this over calmly. This isn't a police station, and there's no rule here limiting spectators."
After speaking, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and proudly faced the group of red-eyed police officers.
Actually, he didn't want to conflict with these police officers either. He planned to move forward and then walk along the edge of the platform to another spot.
The group of police officers couldn't tolerate it. The sturdy police officer at the front cursed in Chinese and suddenly pushed Ye Fan with both hands.