Chapter 452

Dean's face showed panic; the flesh on his round face quivered. He had no combat skills—he was mostly just tough enough to take a hit. Suddenly, the workers beside him erupted with anger. There was no time for games. Dean was their boss. If anything happened to him, what would become of them? Besides, they couldn't risk their wages. They had to protect Dean at all costs if they wanted to get paid. The workers rushed to Dean's side, their sturdy shoulders forming a barrier against the thugs. The thugs hadn't expected these workers, who had seemed so obedient before, to turn defiant suddenly. These thugs weren't pushovers. They had learned to survive on the streets, developing their own cunning tactics. If they didn't, they would have been finished long ago. "You guys really aren't afraid to die, are you? If you don't stop working, I'll stay here all day and see what you do about it!" The thugs weren't backing down either and began to argue with the workers. They weren't yet resort