Let Me Show You My True Strength

This time, Lu Hai and Ru Mei had brought three hundred brothers with them. However, not all of them were good fighters. Around two hundred were assigned to job positions such as factory management, R&D, technical work, sales, and so on.

There were fewer than a hundred thugs. Fifty of them served as factory security, while fewer than fifty remained at the company.

If nothing unusual happened, those fifty would be enough.

"Hey, have you guys finished discussing it?"

Tang Beice suddenly asked.

The few of them had been whispering among themselves, and no one knew what they were saying. They had gone on for ages, and it was getting irritating.

"We've discussed it. Our people injured your younger brother, so we can compensate you. But please take these people away immediately and stop affecting our company's normal operations," Lu Hai said.

"Compensate us?"

A chill flashed across Tang Beice's face. "If injuring someone only requires compensation, then that's great. Brothers, get them! Injure every last one of them, and I'll pay for their treatment afterward."

"Got it."

Mazhi had long been itching for a fight. Once he heard his boss give the order, he waved his hand, and the hundred-plus men behind him charged forward.

Mazhi's face was covered in pockmarks. He had contracted measles from birth, and it had never healed, leaving him especially ugly. Still, he was a skilled fighter. Perhaps he felt that his looks meant he could not make a living with his face, so he had worked hard at martial arts instead.

Lu Hai was clearly unafraid. With a wave of his hand, his fifty men charged out as well, steel pipes in hand.

Tang Beice had not expected these people to be anything but ordinary security guards. Every one of them had come