The nightmare this time indeed bore some responsibility on Yang Jian's part. If he hadn't moved those bodies, today's nightmare wouldn't have occurred. He was well aware of this in his heart, so he wasn't unwilling to consider the emotions of the villagers and offer some compensation.
After all, money was really just a number to him. He had no life to spend the money on, nor did he have the time. Of course, even with Yang Jian's current assets, it would be difficult to run out of money.
Playing the sucker and giving the villagers a break wasn't out of the question.
However, these people were too despicable.
And too indifferent as well.
The deaths in the village had just occurred last night, the bodies not yet collected or cremated, and here they were early this morning demanding compensation, displaying an indifference colder than that of a ghost manipulator.
Moreover.