Mo Shangjun walked toward the crowd.
Meanwhile, the young man in the crowd remained very agitated.
He seemed completely immersed in his own world, with all outside opposing opinions rendered as nonsense. Not only was he unreasonable, but he was a bit obsessive. So much so, that at some point, even the young woman standing beside him gradually started to feel embarrassed.
Mu Qixuan hadn't spoken for a while.
He realized that having an equal conversation with this kind of person was utterly impossible.
From the very beginning, the other party didn't grant them the opportunity for an equal dialogue.
In this person's world, there was no need for others' approval, only his own decisions mattered.
Mu Qixuan contemplated whether to attempt another approach to resolve this unnecessary dispute—like, perhaps, violence.
In other rescue teams, this would be absolutely unacceptable.
