The legal staff, seeing those restless Black people, also broke out in a cold sweat, "F*ck, you're literally playing with fire!"
Allen Zhang didn't pay any attention and sneered, "I'm such a law-abiding five-star good citizen. What do I have to be afraid of, labor arbitration? At worst, I just give them money, that's all. This is my freedom of speech."
He immediately had Reko stop the car, got out without changing his expression, and ignored the aggrieved raps in West Coast dialect from the Black people. He opened the trunk, pulled out a briefcase, took out a stack of Paper Currency, and directly smashed it onto the face of the loudest shouting Black man.
"Shout!"
"..."
With a smack, the Black man got hit square in the face by the flying object, touched his own face bewildered. What the hell?
