Direct Confrontation

"Delivery? Didn't your boss tell you that it isn't safe to deliver to Phoenix City?" The whiskered man looked at Yang Ming and asked baffled.

"Not safe? What do you mean?" Yang Ming began to act stupid.

"Fine. There's no time to talk nonsense with you!" Their side had confirmed that Yang Ming was the person who represented the delivery to the investment bureau on behalf of Ming Yang. The whiskered man didn't want to talk nonsense with him. "Hurry up and get out of the truck. You may leave, but the truck stays!"

"I may go? The truck stays?" Yang Ming pretended as though he was confused. "What do you mean? Where are you from? Shouldn't I send the goods to the place?"

"Where are we from?" The whiskered man sneered. "We are from Sankun Machinery. What is your Ming Yang Heavy Industry? Stop selling here. Go back and tell your boss. If they dare to send someone over, we will kill him!"