"What are you doing?"
Miyamoto Yuusuke only felt that Lin Fan's arm was as hard as a thousand-pound boulder, completely immovable.
"Let go of Miyamoto-san now!"
"Who are these people! So presumptuous!"
Miyamoto Yuusuke's few companions immediately stood up and shouted loudly.
"Lin Fan, have you lost your mind? Let go of Mr. Miyamoto, do you know who he is?" Shen Changqing's face suddenly changed.
Miyamoto Yuusuke's father is the chairman of a small financial group in Japan, holding a hefty capital of ten billion dollars. If offended, it could destroy his own future.
"Lin Fan, don't be impulsive. This is not a place where we can cause trouble. Let go immediately and apologize to Mr. Miyamoto!" Zhou Wenfei also lowered his voice and hastily advised.
"You see your companion being beaten, and this is your attitude?" Lin Fan frowned.
"Heh, it's his own fault for speaking recklessly, who else is to blame?" Shen Changqing scoffed.
