The middle-aged man who had shouted to stop now had a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
The cleaver embedded in the ground was less than five centimeters from his foot.
In other words, if he had taken just a slightly larger step, the cleaver would not be in the ground but in his foot.
A moment later, the middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, clasped his hands together, and said, "I am the chairman of Yongxin Ceramic Processing Plant. My name is Tu Yongxin."
Tu Yongxin?
Upon hearing this name, Xiao Feng, who hadn't paid much attention to the newcomer, looked over in the direction of the voice.
A slightly chubby figure, not very tall, with an honest and simple-looking appearance...
As if sensing something, Tu Yongxin looked up at the car roof and immediately stumbled backward: "Mr. Xiao, what are you doing here?"
Xiao Feng chuckled: "Nothing much, just watching the fun. Mr. Tu is here to settle the matter?"
