Yoyogi had thought of it.
Many of the spectators had thought of it, too.
"He's Wang Yi!"
"He's definitely Wang Yi!"
"Damn it, that has to be Wang Yi! Take off his mask and sunglasses—he has to be Wang Yi!"
Shen Yanchao felt a slight tremor in his heart when he saw what was happening.
They'd recognized Wang Yi.
Wang Yi couldn't understand what they were saying, but he could hear them clearly pronouncing the two characters in "Wang Yi," albeit with a heavy accent.
So he simply took off his sunglasses and tossed them aside, then removed his mask.
No more pretending!
I'm a billionaire!!
I'm laying my cards on the table!!!
"Whoa—"
The moment Wang Yi revealed his face, the crowd erupted.
Almost everyone pointed at him, their eyes filled with anger, more anger, and yet more anger.
"Sugoi desu ne!"
"So it's that despicable guy! Shine!"
"He even dares to come to our Yoyogi Park!"
"Beat him up!"
More than five hundred spectators pointed at Wang Yi, hurling the vilest insults in Japanese.
Every one of them wore a menacing expression.
As if they were about to tear Wang Yi apart and devour him alive.
But Wang Yi showed no fear. In fact, he looked at the spectators with disdain.
He didn't say a word, yet he exuded a kingly aura.
I'm right here. Come at me if you've got the guts.
However, every one of the furious spectators knew that Wang Yi had once killed two armed thugs with his bare hands.
There had even been a recent rumor that Wang Yi had held a child in one arm while subduing an armed thug with the other.
The rumor was a bit far-fetched, but there was video evidence of Wang Yi taking down those two armed