The Bucket stood upright, his face turning brazen, "Of course this is a legitimate factory. If it weren’t, could I hire so many workers, could I produce here? I’m telling you, even if you call the cops, it won’t do you any good."
"You’ve got solid backing, so let’s hear it, who’s behind you? Why don’t you make a call now and summon them over. You’ve seen it yourself, if you don’t call for reinforcements now, you won’t have the chance later." Dragon King said coldly, casting a glance at The Bucket.
The Bucket was short and rotund with a plump, barrel-like body, rolling just like a big water bucket.
The Bucket pulled out his brick phone from his waistband, dialed a number, and it seemed to connect quickly as he said into the phone, "Lao Xu, it’s me. There’s been some trouble here, bring some people over to help me handle it."
To think he had no one. If he had no one, he wouldn’t dare to open a factory here, he wouldn’t dare hire so many workers, he wouldn’t have the nerve to be so aggressive.
"Boss, I’ve called over all the brothers from the factory," Manager Wang stormed in with over a dozen thugs, "Boss, who’s being disobedient, just give them a lesson."
Keeping these men was precisely for moments , to strut their power.
Accidents would occur in the factory now and then, and when they did, it was unthinkable for the factory to pay compensation. That’s when these thugs would prove useful. Whoever didn’t listen or wanted to make trouble would just be beaten and thrown out.
Xiaofeng, pulling Xiaonian back with her, and retreated in fear as she looked at the people before her, "And you say this isn’t a black factory? You’re keeping all these hoodlums here, what do you want to do, silence us?"
Nowadays, many factories keep thugs for two reasons, one is to prevent rivals from causing trouble, and the other is to oppress workers who stir up trouble within the factory.
If workers encountered problems in the factory and wanted to make trouble or demand compensation, the factory would never acknowledge it. If you insisted on making trouble, they would only have these people beat you up and throw you out.
Because of this, many people who were injured wouldn’t dare to make a fuss, they would silently endure, just like Zhao Youqian from the village. Even if they were injured, the factory would not pay a cent for treatment or any other costs; it all had to be borne by the individual.
Zhao Youqian was relatively lucky; at least the people from his village didn’t give up on him, willing to support him through the hard times, but not everyone had as many people caring for them like he did.
Those with nobody to care for them would suffer much more than Zhao Youqian after an incident.
With a sneer, The Bucket said, "Now you know what fear is. Motherfucker, dare to scheme against me, as if you have any clue who I am. I’ll tell you the truth, I’m not short of money. As long as you dare to make trouble, I’ll make sure you won’t come back. See these people? I support them with my hard-earned money; when it matters, it’s them I rely on."
As he spoke, The Bucket ordered, "First, deal with these few men. After these men are dealt with, I’ll take care of these two chicks."
Just a moment ago they were full of fight, throwing punches and kicks joyfully, now they knew what fear was.
The thugs, rolling up their sleeves to show their muscles, stepped forward aggressively, "Is it you guys trying to plot against our boss, huh?"
Dragon King said nothing and didn’t even look at them.
Xiaoyan eyed the number of men on the other side and narrowed his eyes.
There weren’t a few of them, at least fifteen or sixteen.
Facing so many, he could probably take on two or three at most. As for the rest, he wasn’t sure if Dragon Brother alone could handle them.
Dragon Brother claimed he was quite skilled. He should be able to beat so many, right?
If Dragon Brother could indeed win, then with all of them attacking together, he and Dragon Brother should be able to handle it.
Thinking this, his fists itched for action, eager to join the fray and beat these guys mercilessly.
The man leading the thugs wore a floral shirt with shorts, cracking his wrists and a cold sneer on his face, "Just the two of you?"
"So what if we’re few in number, we can still lay you out," Xiaoyan raised his head with the stubborn defiance characteristic of youth.
"Big talk for a kid, do you think my guys are fed here for nothing?" the manager-like man scoffed, these guys were certainly not maintained by the factory for nothing; they were needed in crucial moments.
Manager Wang instructed his subordinates, "Since they want to experience your strength, go ahead and show them."