Chapter 11: Floral Shirts, Big Hammer

In front of the Zha'nan District Sanitation Management Department, a Bai family worker leader was preparing to walk south toward home with four brothers.

"Old Li!" From not far away, a Kong family worker leader called out.

"What is it, Daming?"

"Hehe, nothing much, where are you guys heading later?" The Kong family worker leader also crossed the street with two brothers, walking over.

"Work's done, going home to eat and sleep," the Bai family people replied.

"Want to drink together?"

"You're treating?"

"Sure, I'll treat," the Kong family person was very generous.

"Then let's go, we brothers will freeload a meal."

And so, the workers from both families gathered together, eight people in total walking toward the small restaurants near Sihai Street.

On the way, the Bai family people casually asked: "Hey, Daming, do you think this strike will have any effect?"

"Who the fuck knows, anyway they're paying us, so we just do the work. Coming here to strike every day, isn't it better than working in the work zone?" The Kong family person replied very honestly.

"That's true, as long as we get paid, haha!"

Everyone was chatting as they walked about a hundred meters.

"Screech!"

Just then, a beaten-up SUV stopped by the road, no more than five meters from the group.

The doors flew open, and five men wearing floral shirts and shorts jumped out, all over thirty years old.

"Li Gang, He Daming!" the lead floral-shirted man called out.

"Who is it?" the Kong family person turned to look.

In the blink of an eye, the other four men in floral shirts immediately stepped forward, directly grabbing the necks of the Bai and Kong family lead workers.

"Hehe, nothing much, just want to chat with you."

"I don't know you?"

"Let me help you get to know me!" A muscular man pulled out a diagonally sharpened steel pipe from his lower back and pressed the sharp end against He Daming's stomach: "Do you know me now?"

He Daming saw this situation and instinctively tried to break free from the man's arm.

"Squelch!"

The unfamiliar man directly stabbed the steel pipe into He Daming's abdomen, blood instantly flowing out through the hollow pipe.

Beside them, when the other workers saw their companion being attacked, they immediately tried to reach forward to help, but the lead middle-aged man in the floral shirt directly lifted his jacket corner, revealing what might have been a real or fake gun handle, calmly pointing at everyone saying: "Want to die? All of you fucking stand aside and watch!"

Although Dragon City's situation was rather chaotic, the control of private guns was very strict. Whether possessing or trafficking, once caught with solid evidence, it was at least ten years in prison, and could lead to execution in certain quantities. Because the Chinese authorities understood these people too well - many had been soldiers and been to the front lines. If guns couldn't be controlled, given Dragon City's current political environment, major incidents would happen every few days. So when the workers saw they had a gun, they all became paralyzed, not daring to move at all.

Thus, four thugs grabbed He Daming and Li Gang, using knives and sharpened steel pipes to hack and stab them wildly.

At this moment, there were still some workers heading home around the Management Council who immediately witnessed this bloody scene on the street.

He Daming and Li Gang were pinned to the ground by four men, being brutalized like slaughtered pigs, their blood staining even the brick joints of the curb red. But everyone around just watched the spectacle - no one dared to intervene, much less shout at or question these five men. Some people only took out their phones to call the police.

On the ground, Li Gang, covered in blood, struggled while shouting: "Brother, what's going on? Stop hitting, I was wrong, I submit...!"

"Weren't you loud-mouthed? Weren't you good at inciting? Let me split your mouth open!"

The four men didn't stop despite hearing the pleas, but the lead floral-shirted man who had been watching from the roadside grew impatient. He turned and pulled open the car door, taking out a steel-headed hammer weighing dozens of kilos and shouted: "I fuck your mother, how can they know pain like this? How can they know fear? Go on, all of you get back!"

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

The lead floral-shirted man carried the steel-headed hammer, came to Li Gang and He Daming's side, first stepped on one person's thigh, then raised both arms high shouting: "Step on his hands."

The four men heard this and came forward, stepping on their arms against the ground.

"Bang! Crack!"

"Ahhh!!!"

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

"Bang!"

The floral-shirted man raised his arms again, smashing the hammer on the same spot.

This time, He Daming passed out completely from the pain, the bone fragments in his right knee pierced through the skin, protruding directly out, blood gushing wildly from the wound around the bone shard.

The watching workers around were dumbfounded, goosebumps rising all over their bodies.

The lead floral-shirted man continued without changing his method, brutally smashing and breaking both legs of He Daming and Li Gang in the simplest, most violent way. Only after this did he say while catching his breath: "See that? Understand the details? You have to do it like this for them to be afraid, to tremble."

Beside them, the remaining six workers didn't dare move at all, even unconsciously controlling their breathing.

The lead floral-shirted man, carrying his hammer, turned his head to look at the remaining six workers and said concisely: "Did you see what's written on the sign at the Management Council main building entrance? No loud noises! We common people should respect the organization's wishes, so don't fucking shout anymore, or if you disturb me, I'll have to come back, understand?"

The six workers nodded woodenly.

"Let's go!" The floral-shirted man carried his hammer, leading everyone into the car and quickly leaving the scene.

Across the street, Lu Feng sat in his business van with crossed legs, yawning as he said: "Find some worker leaders, spread word of this in the industry. Whoever leads the loudest shouting gets their legs smashed, whoever behaves might still be able to work for us in the future."

"Understood, Big Brother," the driver drove away.

......

Ten minutes after the incident, Zha'nan District Police Department people arrived at the scene, but the victims had already been carried to the hospital by their companions.

At the same time, in the Kong family compound, when Kong Zhenghui heard their workers had been attacked, he showed no surprise on his face, only saying calmly: "Very good, Changqing couldn't hold back anymore. Go to the hospital and arrange things... never mind, I'll go myself."

At the Su family garbage yard, Su Tianyu and Third Sister had been waiting there for two days, he was actually waiting too.

In the evening, after everyone finished eating, Su Tianyu entered the main building to use the bathroom, but accidentally noticed that stuttering Black Iron Tower standing outside Third Sister's window, taking a peek.

Su Tianyu was behind Black Iron Tower and followed his line of sight toward Third Sister's room, only then discovering quite a few underwear and such hanging on the clothes rack in her room.

Black Iron Tower was somewhat mesmerized, not noticing Su Tianyu for a moment.

"Damn, he's a pervert!" Su Tianyu cursed silently in his heart.