The muscles on Zhao Dazhuang's face twitched twice, and he looked at Luo Chen warily.
They discussed in low voices.
Right on the heels of that, before Luo Chen could make any preparations, a burly man rushed over with a brick he had just picked up from the ground.
It looked like he would not stop until Luo Chen was dead!
"Go to hell! I'll stuff you into a cement mixer and stir you thoroughly. Not even your bones will be left behind!"
"Who asked you to pretend! Who asked you to pretend!"
Someone was cursing and laughing wildly.
After all, this crazy state could hide the fear in their hearts.
Luo Chen frowned slightly, and the way he looked at the workers gradually turned cold.
In the beginning, he originally thought that these workers were just a bunch of idiots and could be taught a lesson.
In the end, it seemed like that was not the case.
Ordinary hooligans would definitely not be as arrogant as them.
