"Make way, make way!" The man with shades shouted as he ran.
Yang Ming frowned. He raised his head, stared coldly at the man with shades who sprinted toward him and stayed grounded at his position.
The man with shades also saw Yang Ming in front of him. Noticing how Yang Ming didn't dodge away like the others, he was also shocked. Even though he had been a thief for a while now, he knew that there are few who would be a busybody, but a few didn't mean none. He saw Yang Ming who was 180 cm tall and burly with dark skin staring at him. The man with shades felt a bit afraid! He didn't dare to confront Yang Ming.
He couldn't do much other than turn around when he was in front of Yang Ming. Since Yang Ming was in a bad mood, he didn't want to be a busybody, but there was another person who didn't think this way.