"Don't talk nonsense, can you buy it or not? If you don't buy it, go away. Don't delay our work." On one side, a fellow who was filling the barrel shouted.

"Well, I'll let your blood go then." Seeing that the truth has been asked, Lin Feng is not polite.

He grabbed a brazing rod and stuck it into the dwarf's hand, stringing a solid palm with the plastic basin.

The dwarf covered the back of his hand and made a piggy scream. The people working around him were stunned.*

There were three people running out of a cabin in the yard, holding the guys in their hands, looking around...