"Young Master Ye, you're the one who's going too far! We're all farmers, we've come all this way to work for you, and you've withheld our wages, withheld their payments, and now you're insulting us like this. We want an explanation from you!"

"That's right! How long has it been since we last received salary? You guys didn't even bother to care when Old Cheng got injured a few days ago!"

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At this time, everyone began to condemn.

Ye Liangcheng turned on his cell phone to notify his bodyguard to come quickly, and the bodyguard said he would be there in a minute.

Ye Liangcheng immediately put down his phone and burst into laughter.

"Explain? Who the hell am I supposed to explain to?"

"A bunch of stinky workers, are you worthy?"

Ye Liangcheng vaguely saw some movement outside the window at this time and became more arrogant.

"You're doing this to each of them, right? If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know who's in charge of this Boot City!"

At this point, the workers could no longer bear it and began to show signs of unrest.

At this moment, there was a loud bang from the door, and a group of people rushed in in the smoke and dust.

"Hahaha, my bodyguards are here, all of you just wait to die!"

Ye Liangcheng put his hands in his pockets, looking like he didn't know what an opponent was.

As a result, something unexpected happened.

A burly figure in light armor rushed forward with a few quick steps, picked up Ye Liangcheng with one hand and pressed him to the ground.

Ye Liangcheng was stunned for a moment.

"Leng Xiaofeng? Why are you here again?"

Leng Xiaofeng was stunned when he heard this. He looked carefully at Ye Liangcheng, whose voice had become deeper, and almost thought he had caught the wrong person.

"Where's Chang Songming? Where is he?"