Misha kept his manners and tried to explain, "Sir, please calm down. Our compensation plan was drawn up based on standard assessments and current resources. As for the loss of your personal belongings, we can make a further record and verify them..."
"Verify? By the time you're done verifying, it'll be way too late! I don't care! You have to compensate me according to my demands right now! Otherwise..." The tourist grew more agitated as he spoke, and actually reached out to grab Misha by the collar.
His hand had only reached halfway.
"Bang."
A large, callused hand caught his wrist, steady and firm. The force was not great, but it held him like iron pincers, leaving him unable to move.
At some point, Gallagher had straightened up. There was not much expression on his face; only his lazy eyes had opened slightly as he stared at the tourist. With his other hand, he casually rubbed his own fist, his knuckles giving a faint "click."
At the same time, several nearby Security Officers in Hound Family uniforms silently closed in, their gazes unfriendly.
The tourist's arrogance instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.
Cold sweat seeped from his forehead. His wrist ached from the grip. Looking at Gallagher's emotionless face and the clearly troublesome Security Officers around him, he swallowed, his voice trembling. "W-what are you trying to do? I'm warning you..."
"Warning us about what?" Gallagher finally spoke, his voice hoarse and flat. "Register according to the rules. Verify the claim. Whatever should be paid won't be shorted. You want to cause trouble?" He let go and lightly pushed the man as he did, sending the tourist staggering back a step. "Then let's see who ends up teaching who a lesson."
"I... I'll register! I'll cooperate!" The tourist wilted completely.