The atmosphere between the two parties was tense, and the situation was on the verge of erupting.
The bald man cracked a smile, "Hahaha, old buddy, you've misunderstood."
"These men of yours, I thought they weren't working after eating, so here I am disciplining them for you, letting them know who they should listen to."
"Otherwise, if just anyone behaves like this while working for you, it'll be hard to lead the team in the future."
He regarded human life as trifling, "What I'm doing is helping you; why don't you appreciate it?"
"Hmph!"
Lokovsky snorted coldly, "They're just some foreign workers bought anyhow, if they die, they die."
"But now I'm warning you, you can't just kill others at will, otherwise, you won't be welcome here."
The devil commander didn't continue to talk about the laborers. To him, with countless murders under his belt, what did a few laborers matter?
"Bring it up."