"Is he some kind of psycho?"
"He's definitely got a screw loose. Can't he understand plain language?"
"Just get lost! It's for your own good. The more he talks, the more ridiculous he sounds. He can't even get the office building back, yet he's asking for compensation? Medical expenses? Is he insane?"
In the eyes of the crowd, Yang Qi was simply a lunatic, a madman who had escaped from some unknown asylum.
Yang Qi brushed aside Yagyu Muju's hair and asked, "Are you sure you won't let me in?"
"Young Master Yagyu!" the security guards exclaimed in shock.
"Damn it! What have you done to Young Master Yagyu?" they demanded angrily.
"I'd advise you not to get involved. For a few thousand a month, it's not worth risking your lives. This is a matter between our Qifei Group and the Yagyu Corporation, understand?" Yang Qi said coldly.
The security guards sucked in a breath of cold air. As Yang Qi said, they earned three thousand a month at most; it wasn't worth dying for.
