Chen Xia stood before the gates of Hongsheng Hardware Factory, the smell of rust wafting out from within lingering in his nose.
He glanced at Boss Hongsheng without speaking, only a faint smile appearing on his face. The other man smiled as well.
Then he turned around, looked at the few dazed victims lying on the ground, and said, "I'm the person in charge of White Feather Street. I came today to solve your problem!"
"Who inflicted these injuries on you?" Chen Xia asked.
"Uh... him, and him. They all hit me!" The young man quickly came to his senses, exposing the injuries on his body and arms as he pointed at the people who had beaten them. His mother also began crying and shouting, demanding justice.
"Don't worry, I'll see justice done for you!" No sooner had Chen Xia spoken than he saw a group of people suddenly pour out from the distant factory building.
More than a dozen burly men dressed in black strode out, fierce and imposing. Though they held nothing in their hands, their gazes were sharp. They all stood beside Hongsheng, surrounding him protectively.
"Boss!"
"What are you doing? Back down!" Boss Hongsheng frowned and barked at the people beside him. Then he forced a smile and said, "Chief Chen, there may have been some misunderstandings between us before. This can be discussed. Let's go inside and talk it over slowly. I, Hongsheng, will definitely give you a satisfactory answer!"
Hongsheng had seen through it. Chen Xia had not come today for those few people on the ground demanding their wages—he had deliberately come looking for trouble. If it had been another group, even a mercenary corps, he would not have feared them and would have simply driven them away. But Chen Xia was, after