"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
The leader of the group, a rough-looking man wielding an iron rod, sneered, "Don't you know? This is my turf. If you want to build a factory here, you have to use our materials."
"Get lost, or this rod won't be kind!"
"This is highway robbery! We've already signed a contract with our supplier. Why should we use your materials?"
Chelsea was livid.
She had heard stories of thugs who would storm construction sites, forcing people to buy their materials, resorting to violence if they refused.
She never thought she'd find herself in such a predicament.
"I don't care!"
The leader chuckled coldly, "Either you use our sand, cement, and steel, or you don't build at all. I'm blocking the entrance today, let's see who dares to get in!"
"This is outr
