Chapter 11 Flowered Shirt, Big Hammer

In front of the Zha Nan District Sanitation Management Department, a Bai family foreman, with four of his men, was heading south, ready to go home.

"Lao Li!" Not far away, a Kong family foreman shouted.

"What's up, Da Ming?"

"Heh, nothing. What are you guys up to?" The Kong family foreman, also with two men, crossed the street and walked over.

"Work's done. Going home to eat and sleep," someone from the Bai family replied.

"Want to grab a drink?"

"You're buying?"

"Sure, my treat." The Kong family man was generous.

"Then let's go, brothers. We'll freeload a meal."

And so, the workers from both families gathered, eight of them in total, heading towards a small restaurant on Sihai Street.

On the way, someone from the Bai family casually asked, "Hey, Da Ming, do you think this strike of ours will actually work?"

"Who the hell knows? Anyway, as long as they pay us, we'll work. Sticking around here every day striking has gotta be better than working in the work zone, right?" The Kong family man replied pragmatically.

"True, as long as we get paid, haha!"

The group chatted as they walked for about a hundred meters.

"Screech!"

Just then, a beat-up SUV pulled over to the side of the road, no more than five meters from them.

The car door swung open, and five men in flowered shirts and shorts jumped out, all of them over thirty.

"Li Gang, He Da Ming!" the flowered-shirted leader shouted.

"Who's that?" Someone from the Kong family glanced back.

In the blink of an eye, the other four flowered-shirted men stepped forward and grabbed the Bai and Kong family foremen by the neck.

"Hehe, nothing much. Just wanted to have a little chat."

"I don't know you?"

"You're about to get acquainted!" A burly man pulled a sharpened steel pipe from his waistband and pressed the pointed end against He Da Ming's stomach. "Recognize me now?"

Seeing this, He Da Ming instinctively tried to break free.

"Pfft!"

The stranger thrust the steel pipe into He Da Ming's abdomen, and blood instantly flowed out of the hollow tube.

Seeing their companion attacked, the other workers immediately tried to step forward, but the flowered-shirted leader casually lifted the corner of his shirt, revealing the butt of what looked like a handgun, and said calmly, pointing it at them, "Want to die? All of you, stand back and watch!"

Although Dragon City was in a state of relative chaos, the control of firearms was very strict. Whether it was private possession or trafficking, once caught and the evidence was solid, it was a minimum of ten years in prison, and a certain quantity could even result in execution. The Chinese leaders understood the people here too well. Many of them had been soldiers and had been to the front lines. If guns were not controlled, then given Dragon City's current political environment, something big would happen every few days. So, when the workers saw that the man had a gun, they were completely stunned and didn't dare to move.

Just like that, the four thugs dragged He Da Ming and Li Gang, hacking and stabbing them with machetes and sharpened steel pipes.

At that moment, some workers were on their way home around the Management Committee, and they immediately witnessed the bloody scene on the street.

He Da Ming and Li Gang were held on the ground by the four men, butchered like pigs, their blood staining the cracks between the bricks on the curb red. But the surrounding crowd just watched, no one daring to intervene, let alone shout at or question the five men. Some people just took out their phones to call the police.

On the ground, Li Gang, covered in blood, struggled and shouted, "Brothers, what's going on? Stop hitting us! I was wrong, I give in...!"

"Aren't you loud? Don't you like to instigate? I'll shut your mouth up!"

The four men didn't stop even after hearing their pleas, but the flowered-shirted leader, who had been watching the show, was growing impatient. He turned and yanked open the car door, grabbing a sledgehammer weighing dozens of pounds and shouting, "Damn it, how are they gonna feel pain like this? How are they gonna be scared? Get out of the way!"

Hearing this, the four men, holding their bloody knives and steel pipes, immediately stepped aside.

The flowered-shirted leader, holding the sledgehammer, came to Li Gang and He Da Ming's side, first using his foot to pin one of their thighs to the ground, then raising the hammer high above his head and shouting, "Hold his hand down."

Hearing this, the four men stepped forward and pinned their arms to the ground.

"Thump! Crack!"

"Ah!!!"

The hammer fell, and He Da Ming's agonizing screams echoed through the street. His right knee visibly bent and caved in, his entire leg completely deformed.

"Thump!"

The flowered-shirted man raised the hammer again and smashed it down in the same spot.

This time, He Da Ming passed out from the pain. The bone fragments inside his right knee pierced through his skin, protruding directly, and blood spurted out from the wound.

The surrounding workers watched in stunned silence, goosebumps rising all over their bodies.

The flowered-shirted leader, without changing his expression, broke and shattered both of He Da Ming and Li Gang's legs in the simplest, most brutal way. Only then did he catch his breath and say, "See that? Get the details? You gotta do it like this, then they'll be afraid, then they'll tremble."

The remaining six workers didn't dare to move, even subconsciously controlling their breathing.

The flowered-shirted leader, carrying his hammer, turned to look at the remaining six workers and said succinctly, "See the sign on the door of the Management Committee headquarters? 'No Loud Noises!' We common folk have to respect the organization's opinions. Don't shout, got it? Or I'll have to come back, understand?"

The six workers nodded blankly.

"Let's go!" The flowered-shirted man, carrying his hammer, led the others into the car and quickly left the scene.

Across the street, Lu Feng sat in a business van, legs crossed, yawning and saying, "Find a few foremen and spread the word about this incident in the industry. Whoever takes the lead and shouts the loudest, break their legs. If they listen, maybe we can use them for work later."

"Got it, boss." The driver drove away.

…

Ten minutes after the incident, the Zha Nan District police arrived at the scene, but the victims had already been taken to the hospital by their colleagues.

At the same time, in the Kong family compound, Kong Zheng Hui heard about the incident with his workers. His face showed no surprise, and he said calmly, "Good, Chang Qing couldn't hold back any longer. You go to the hospital and make arrangements… Actually, never mind, I'll go."

Inside the Su family's garbage dump, Su Tian Yu and his Third Sister had been there for two days. He was also waiting.

In the evening, after everyone finished cooking, Su Tian Yu went to the main building to use the restroom, but he inadvertently noticed that the stuttering Black Iron Tower was standing outside the window of his Third Sister's room, glancing inside.

Su Tian Yu stood behind Black Iron Tower and looked in the same direction, and he realized that there were many undergarments hanging on the clothes rack inside his Third Sister's room.

Black Iron Tower was so engrossed in watching that he didn't notice Su Tian Yu for a while.

"Damn, this guy is a pervert!" Su Tian Yu cursed inwardly.