The foreman was thrown to the ground, feeling as if his insides were shifting. He spits out blood, gritting his teeth against the pain, and closes his eyes to pretend he's dead. But Tang Zheng saw through him, he straightaway kicked him in the face. The foreman lost a few teeth, his nose was broken. His crimson blood flowed incessantly like a faucet without a stopper.
"Please, no more," the foreman begged, fear permeating his face as he clutched his bleeding nose.
"Round up the other foremen for me, or I'll beat you up," Tang Zheng was intent on creating conflict within their group.
The unlucky foreman didn't want to get beaten up, so he immediately yelled at the workers he was in charge of and signaled his loyal followers to bring the other foremen over.
