Fang Yu froze for a moment, then a helpless, half-crying-half-laughing expression crept onto his face.
Dammit...
These people actually pull this kind of shady stunt just to buy resources beyond their quota?
This really screwed him over; after all, Fang Yu wasn't some guy waving the South Island military banner to scam resources.
He was the real deal...
Fang Yu hesitated, but still couldn't hold back from speaking.
But the two security guards in front of him, seeing that Fang Yu still refused to leave, frowned, snorted coldly, and reached out, wanting to grab him and throw him out just like the other young men.
Right at this moment, a very stern shout suddenly rang out in the lobby: "Stop! Don't lay a hand on our honored guest!"
Hearing this voice, the two of them were startled, instantly withdrew their hands, then turned back in unison and said respectfully, "Director!"
