"What do you think they're talking about? He's holding such a big machete, could something really happen? Are we sure we're not calling the police?"
Li Da was also frightened, but after all, he had taken the hush money.
If we call the police, what do we say when they get here?
At this moment, someone had already pulled out their cellphone ready to call the police, but was stopped by Li Da pressing it down.
The man locked eyes with Li Da, and Li Da stared back fiercely.
"If you don't want any trouble, just stay out of it. The conflict between the factory manager and the Wen Family has nothing to do with us, right?"
The employee took a deep breath and then shut his mouth, saying no more.
There wasn't a sound from upstairs, probably no fighting.
As long as no one is dead, there should be no problem.
At that moment, Mr. Wen was standing at the door with a knife in hand, his eyes bloodshot with hatred.