"Didn't you say we were going on an outing?" Why have we come to the mining area?" Backer Elliott, with his family in tow, followed Zhu Wencong on an outing.
"Don't you think the scenery here is quite nice?" Zhu Wencong looked out at two groups of people fighting fiercely ahead.
Elliott nodded. Watching people fight was indeed a pleasurable thing, and nobody wanted to miss a good show.
Wherever you are, there are always onlookers; watching the excitement is a fundamental instinct for everyone.
The people in front were fighting intensely, looking like a matter of life and death, but in reality, everyone held back.
After all, they weren't desperados; there was no need for fatal blows that could lead to a tragic end for themselves.
Malik rubbed his hands together, thinking these were all his clients! Without guns, he could supply a lot!
Unfortunately, their hatred hadn't reached the point of irreconcilable differences, and as an insider, Malik could tell at a glance.
