"Who are you talking about?"
Chen Wen saw how arrogant this little subcontractor was and, taking advantage of the situation, sliced off the finger he was pointing at Zhou Qing.
A pig-like scream suddenly erupted.
In the crowd, someone yelled, "Let's fight them."
Just as the situation was about to spiral out of control, a Honda sedan and several Wuling vans arrived one after another, kicking up clouds of dust.
"What the hell is all this screaming about?"
Soon, Ma Youren got out of the car, his face ashen.
From the vans, several of his underlings also descended.
"Brother Ren?"
The subcontractor who just had his finger cut off crawled up from the ground, his face pale.
The construction company had, for years, fought bitterly over projects, often coming to blows. Thus, in Anzhou County, they were all too familiar with the local mobsters.
