"Come on, come on, have the ability to come here, guaranteed not to kill you, grass!"

When Wang Defa stopped the young workers and refused to rush over, the gangsters became arrogant again, crossing the drainage ditch one after another and closing in again at the factory gate.

Wang Defa crossed his shelf and shouted back: "Don't be impulsive, listen to my command! Zhou Gong, why haven't you called the police station yet?

Lao Zhou just promised to call the police and saw a black car, honking its horn like a mad bull, roaring from the south towards the crowds who occupied most of the road.

"Who's in the slot?"...