Ye Xiu walked down the mountain.
Liu Dakang ran over and said anxiously, "Divine Doctor Ye, those people seem to be coming for us." The other laborers also scrambled to Ye Xiu's side. They were all honest, law-abiding folks, inherently fearful of these ruffians who lived by the blade.
Ye Xiu remained silent, watching as ten motorcycles pulled to a stop. Twenty men dismounted and walked directly up to him.
The leader, a bald and burly man with two dragons tattooed across his bare torso, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a drag, he cocked his head at Ye Xiu. "Who's the foreman of this section?" he asked. He was the very picture of a brash and domineering thug.
"I am," Ye Xiu replied. "What's the matter?"
The bald man sized Ye Xiu up. "You're not from around here, are you?"
"That's right," Ye Xiu nodded.
