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The workers finally couldn't stand what was happening anymore.

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked to be about forty years old stepped forward and walked out from the dense crowd.

It can be seen that the protective suit he was wearing was completely wet, and the hair hidden underneath was soaked with endless sweat.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down his slightly tired cheeks.

But this man had no time to care about these things. He just pleaded for his poor co-worker in an almost pleading tone:

"Mr. Fan, please be merciful and have a little mercy! He has fainted on the ground, please let him rest for a while..."

You know, since this group of workers accepted the commission from the Fan family, they have been working hard day and night without getting tired.

They didn't even have time to stop and take a breath.

It can be said that I was running all the way without taking a break!

Even though there was heavy acid rain outside, they did not dare to relax for a moment and still gritted their teeth and stayed at their posts and worked hard in the rain.

Only when sudden hail and thunderstorms came were they forced to stop their work.

But as soon as the hail and thunderstorms stopped, they immediately got back to work, as if they were tireless.

However, they are just ordinary people without any special abilities.

Compared with those who possess superpowers, they are obviously at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength and cannot be compared with them at all.

But correspondingly, the cost of asking them to do the construction is definitely much cheaper than asking someone with special abilities.

As the saying goes: you get what you pay for.

It is absolutely impossible to expect them to have the same work efficiency as those with super powers.

Therefore, it is normal for some people to collapse from exhaustion under such high-intensity, non-stop working conditions.

But how could the Fan family care about the feelings of these workers?

Not to mention this is the end of the world where the strong prey on the weak.

It was during the heyday of the past.

In their eyes, the lives and feelings of ordinary people are not worth mentioning at all.

At this time, Fan Yu, who had been silent all the time, stood up slowly from his seat with a cold face.

He walked towards his son Fan Zhou neither hurriedly nor slowly, and every step he took carried an invisible pressure.

When he came and stood beside Fan Zhou, a sinister and cruel light flashed in his eagle-like sharp eyes.

This man, who once had a powerful presence in the business world of J Province, now had a face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

It's like the dark clouds before a storm, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

He first glanced coldly at the group of workers surrounding the fainted worker, and then said to the man who was begging for mercy:

"Rest? Humph! How dare you guys dream of resting?"

"I'm telling you clearly, if you still can't complete the assigned task before tomorrow morning, then you won't be able to take a single cent of the balance from me! If you don't believe me, you can give it a try!"

His voice was cold and harsh, like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the workers' hearts.

As he said these words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a smile of disdain and sarcasm.

That smile seemed to be mocking the workers' helplessness.

It was as if he was telling them that in his eyes, they were just a group of ants that could be driven around at will.

When the workers heard these words, most of them dared not speak out and could only curse the other party silently in their hearts.

However, not all workers are so weak and vulnerable.

A few workers with stronger tempers finally couldn't bear it anymore.

One of the workers stopped what he was doing, straightened his back, and shouted to Fan Yu:

"Boss Fan, you're going too far! We've been working for more than ten hours straight, and our bodies can't take it anymore. You can't force us like this!"

Another worker also stood up and echoed: "Yes, Boss Fan, we are also human beings, not machines! We need to rest and need time to recover our physical strength, otherwise our bodies will collapse after such high-intensity work!"

"You can't just consider your own interests and ignore our lives! We work for you, you have to think about us too!"

More and more voices were filled with anger and dissatisfaction, as if expressing their protest to Fan Yu.

When Fan Yu heard that these workers dared to unite to disobey him, he became furious.

"You useless people are responsible for delaying the construction. We kindly gave you a chance, but you are asking for more, right? Let me tell you, if you don't want to do this, get out! There are plenty of people who want this job!"

The construction period was indeed delayed, but it was not due to the workers.

The implication of passing on the blame is too obvious.

The workers were not fools and did not respond to him.

"Boss Fan, it's not that we don't want to work, we just hope you can arrange the working hours reasonably and give us enough time to rest. We are also working to make money, but we also have our own bottom line and dignity!"

"Yes, Boss Fan, our demands are not high. We just hope that you can give us some basic human rights and respect. We are not your slaves. We are just an employment relationship. We also have our own rights and interests!"

The workers' words were powerful and their eyes revealed determination and courage.

At this moment, they are no longer the timid workers, but a group of "warriors" who dare to fight for their rights!

When Fan Yu heard what the workers said, his face suddenly became as gloomy as the sky covered with dark clouds.

His eyes revealed a ferocious light like a hungry wolf, as if he wanted to devour everything in front of him.

I saw his lips trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to loudly scold these ignorant workers, before he could utter a word, Fan Zhou beside him stepped forward and stood in front of him.

Fan Zhou is tall and straight, like an unshakable iron tower.

He just stood there quietly, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.

At this moment, he was casually playing with a fireball that he had just condensed using his supernatural powers.

The fireball is red all over, like a burning sun, emitting a scorching breath.

Fan Zhou's fingers gently touched the fireball, and the fireball slowly rotated on his fingertips, as if it was a toy in his hand.