Hearing Yang Yu's words, Wu Jing's subordinates gasped in shock.
Normally, they would take detours to avoid people from the Guanglong Group, fearing even getting noticed by them—a displeased look could mean a slap in the face or an open scalping, at worst, broken hands and legs.
There was no helping it, this was the disparity in strength between the two companies.
And now, their new boss had the nerve to say such words to the old boss of the rival company—wasn't this like a lesser king trying to topple a greater king?
Everyone originally thought Black Dragon would explode in rage, but unexpectedly, the person on the other end of the phone didn't say a word and just hung up the call silently.
This time, everyone's view of Yang Yu changed immediately.
First confusion, then surprise, and finally fervor.
"Mr. Yang is too awesome!"
"What 'Mr. Yang'? Clearly, it should be Brother Yang, Mr. Yang!"
"Right, right, right, Mr. Yang, our Mr. Yang!"
