"Kid, are you deaf or something? Didn't hear what I just said? With that pitiful look, you're still trying to collect back pay for others? I wouldn't give you a dime even if I had the cash! While I'm still in a good mood, scram back to wherever you came from, or else if you wait a bit longer, you won't be walking out of here!"
The middle-aged man sneered at Chen Feng with disdain, leaned back in his chair, and with his legs propped up on the desk, he spoke arrogantly.
Yang Dashan was nearly scared out of his wits when he heard the middle-aged man speak like this.
He and his fellow workers had thought about getting tough in the past.
But someone who ran a construction company like the middle-aged man was sure to have ties with some gangs in the underworld, and he had trained a bunch of very fierce fighters under his command.
This group of fighters was professionally trained, each capable of taking on five, far more formidable than the previous ten security guards.
