"What's going on?" Basil Jaak saw many people gathered at the entrance and couldn't help frowning.
Zoc whispered, "Those must be local thugs coming to collect protection money."
"Those thugs dare try to collect protection money at the construction site?" Basil Jaak sneered. "You guys are too useless."
"Well... those thugs are tough, we prefer not to...mess with them." Zoc's face was filled with embarrassment as he hesitated to explain.
"Oof! I know you folks have families, no need to provoke these thugs. However, the more you back off, the more arrogant they become." Basil Jaak shook his head and hollered at Zoc, "Let's go check it out!"
A man with red hair was standing there at the entrance. His forehead was covered in a bunch of bright red hair, looking like a rooster's comb from afar. He was surrounded by the workers, yet he was still holding his ground, cursing with loud, foul language. Basil Jaak, who was still a little distance away, could hear his tirade.
