The foreman started turning over the bodies of his fellow workers again, pulling a brand new hundred-dollar bill and a roll of wrinkled change from the other's pocket.
"Heh heh."
He had watched TV. That sucker gave each of these workers a hundred dollars. Although the US Dollar isn't as strong as the Orokin was before, even a skinny mosquito is still meat.
"Hand over all the money to me, this is evidence of your crime, accepting bribes illegally, understand?"
The foreman's triumphant voice was nauseating. He certainly didn't dare to defy Lin Miao, but the gang behind him had spoken. Being an accomplice for so many years, he dared not disobey.
Upon hearing that they needed to hand over the money, the workers were even angrier, but it was futile. They were surrounded by gang members with far greater numbers, who also had weapons and guns. Even with all the anger in the world, they could only swallow it bitterly and threw the money onto the ground.
