"Manager, are you just going to let him go like that?"
It had been nearly five minutes since Harrison Clark went downstairs, and the people upstairs saw that Linden Brown hadn't made any move, so one of them asked.
Linden Brown turned and retorted, "If not, what? I just asked you guys to help me beat him up, and none of you took action. Now, what are you instigating here?"
The anger in Linden's heart was simply indescribable.
However, after such an altercation, though his face was still burning with pain, he felt a sense of fulfillment in his heart.
Finally, he could rightfully drive Harrison away.
As a middle manager, being publicly beaten by a lower-level employee, if he wanted to fire someone, the big bosses at headquarters shouldn't have anything else to say, right?
"What are you looking at? Get back to work!"
After making up his mind, Linden glared around angrily.
However, the red mark on half of his face greatly undermined his authority, making him look rather comical.
