"Boss, there's trouble. This group says your Xinmeng Group owes them money, so they came to make a scene. They're all pretty strong and hit hard. Several workers had their legs broken and might not be able to work for months!"
The foreman looked at Jiang Meng.
Jiang Meng frowned.
How could this be? Xinmeng Group never owes anyone money and always operates according to contracts.
These people are obviously here to cause trouble.
Each one of them doesn't look like an ordinary person; purely here to cause chaos.
"Everyone, get back to work."
Jiang Meng waved her hand.
These workers can't help with the situation.
"Stop! No one is going to work without payment."
A person stepped out from the crowd, sporting long hair, wearing kungfu attire, and playing with a pair of iron balls. He sneered coldly, "Anyone who dares to move will end up like those cripples."
"What's your name?"
Jiang Meng asked indifferently.
