Through clenched teeth, Harden spat out a remark, full of menace.
"Kneel or not? If not, you'll die!"
Everyone remained silent, yet stood tall, refusing to retreat or kneel.
Bang! Bang!
Harden fired two more shots, shattering the knees of a frail man on the left side.
The stubborn Chinese worker clung to a nearby street tree, his body trembling violently.
Harden hadn't expected these people to be so unyielding.
Infuriated, he rushed over and kicked the frail Chinese worker in the abdomen.
The man groaned in pain, clutching his stomach, yet clung tightly to the street tree with both hands.
His knees, now utterly misshapen, dragged on the ground, but he still refused to kneel.
Harden intensified his efforts, kicking the frail man like a mad dog, trying to subdue him.
The other Chinese workers remained silent, but each of their eyes burned with suppressed rage.
At that moment, a mischievous voice resounded.
"Damn, coming to Yihabadun to see such trash, what bad luck."
