The head was a bald guy with a height of 1.85 meters, holding a bone knife. His triangle eyes were flashing a fierce light.
When they came to the opposite side of us, he pointed at us and said, “Boys, when I'm hanging around outside, you're still wearing diapers. How dare you come to dismantle out building?”
His loud voice, height and momentum indeed were scary.
But Ben’s people were looking at him coldly. No one answered him, as if he was a fool.
Probably he was scared by our momentum, the man shrank his neck and shouted in a louder voice, “Are you mute? Who is in charge of you, come out to talk.”
Ben stood out, went to his front step by step, until the knife nearly thrust into his nose before he stopped.
He said coldly, “My name is Ben Lau, our company is responsible for the demolition. As for our boss, you are not qualified to speak with him.”
The man's hand shook a little. He swallowed saliva, forced himself to be calm and said, “Since you are not the boss, what the fuck should I talk to you? Ask your boss to talk to me.”
Ben’s face darkened. He tilted his head to glance at him, showing a light murderous look.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” The man roared and raised his knife to Ben.
Ben avoided it easily, and then pulled his arm forward with his left hand, hit the guy hard in the face with his right fist, which made the man dizzy. Ben put his arm on his shoulder, moved forward hard.
The man's huge body was hit directly on the ground, causing a lot of dust flying. The knife fell to the ground.
“Boss!”
“Boss!”
The lead’s men shouted and were about to rush up. Ben picked up the knife from the ground and pointed at those people. He shouted, “Come, come over, I will chop you once you come.”
All of them stopped in their tracks. They were eager to try to move forward, but none of them dared to take another step.
The bald man sobered up, and was struggling to get up from the ground. Ben walked to him, holding a knife in front of him, pretended to cut down with a knife. The bald man immediately held his head out of fear.
Ben laughed loudly, “I thought you are a formidable role, but I see you are waste with a strong body. Give me a quick word. Are you moving or not?”
That bald man said, “Boss, let’s have a talk, put down the knife first.”
Ben sneered, retreated two steps slowly, and then the lead’s men dare to hold time up.
The bald man whispered something in the ear of a thin man, who nodded and went away.
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