If they provoked the vicious Red Blood Gang foreman, they would surely lose their jobs. Without an income, their already meager existence would become impossible.
"What are you looking at? Did I not make myself clear?
If you're not done with this shipment by nightfall, you can forget about dinner. You'll all go hungry…"
As he spoke, the vicious Red Blood Gang foreman cracked the leather whip in his hand.
CRACK.
The whip cut through the air with a sharp, chilling sound.
The workers all flinched. They stared at him in fear, then clutched their crates and hurried toward the warehouse in the distance.
"Hmph. Useless at everything but eating. A bunch of worthless scum," the vicious Red Blood Gang foreman spat, watching the toiling workers with a disdainful, smug look on his face.
From a distance, Lin Li took in the entire scene, his expression unreadable as he watched the swaggering Red Blood Gang foreman.
