Dialing the phone, Ye Huan glanced playfully at Zhou Sha.
The ringtone of Zhou Sha's phone sounded from his waist.
"Xiao Zhou, I called you on his behalf, now gather your people." Ye Huan said with a smile.
Zhou Sha nodded, walked aside, and made a call: "In ten minutes, all brothers gather at XX factory, no one be late!"
Gold Tooth froze again.
This standstill lasted ten minutes.
Ten minutes later, he was completely scared out of his wits.
More than four hundred people wearing security uniforms, with chest badges reading "Silver Bay," swaggered into the factory.
Gold Tooth was shocked, dumbfounded, looking at Zhou Sha: "You... you're Zhou..."
"Not so dumb, are you?!" Zhou Sha sneered, squeezing his fist which made a chilling creak before landing a punch on Gold Tooth's face.
Gold Tooth's cheekbone shattered from the punch, and his dazzling "gold tooth" was pulverized by the iron fist.
Even as he wailed, the shock on his face did not diminish.
What's going on?
