There were a total of seven troublemakers with their poor quality tattoos. However, to their astonishment, there were more than ten people standing behind them, and they did not even know when they arrived here.
The burly men were startled at first as they were outnumbered by the other group. However, looking intently, they felt reassured.
What's this? Although they are many, it's a ragtag bunch of young and old without any weapons. They're just ordinary workers. No matter how many of them there are, they are not capable of putting up a fight.
"Hurry up and get lost if you don't want to die! Otherwise, we'll stick a clean knife in you and bleed you to death!" The bald man threw away the stick in his hand and pulled out a large, long machete from behind and fiercely swung it in the air.
