120 If You Don’t Beat me, I Will

Qing Xiaowan was dumbfounded. Yu Tian was a little stunned. What was going on? Were the workers fighting?

Yu Tian saw that there were more than a hundred people from two gangs, all holding sticks and bricks. Both sides were shouting at the factory gate at the top of their lungs.

The man on the left was holding a stick. He was shirtless and had muscles all over his body. He was the loudest.

"You southern city people, you're pretending to be better than us. I think you don't want to live anymore!"

The middle-aged man on the right, who was slightly older and had white hair, did not show any signs of weakness. He cursed angrily, "Don't talk nonsense with me. Those from the southern city don't want to f*ck with you. If you want to fight, then let's fight!"

Qing Xiaowan was the boss, so she could not just watch. She immediately stepped forward, frowned, and shouted angrily, "All of you, stop! What are you trying to do? Throw your weapons away!"