Chen Yu was not muddled either; he pulled out a certificate for non-staff personnel from a government department from his bag.
Seeing the certificate, the middle-aged man's eyes bulged as if he had seen something terrifying.
"Impossible, how can you, a cook who owns a restaurant, have such a certificate?"
Chen Yu's face was full of mockery, "You, a drifter who can get a certificate for being mentally ill, why can't I have a certificate for non-staff personnel?"
The man was immediately thrown into extreme panic. With Chen Yu's identity, he was qualified to confiscate his certificate for intermittent mental illness.
Before he could react, Chen Yu had already snatched the certificate away.
"After my assessment, you are just fine; you don't need this certificate anymore!"
The man was stiff as if struck by a bolt from the blue, and his companions who came with him were panicked, scrambling to escape.
