Female NovelAt last, Joel finished letting out his anger and collapsed onto the sofa as his chest heaved.
Along while later, he seemed to calm down enough as he lit a cigarette and fell deep into thought.
Eventually, he called out, "Jar!" Jar Wattmen, Joel's secretary, hurried inside from where he had been hiding, trembling from head to toe. "Yes, Mister William? What can | do for you?" "Call Borghetti. Tell him | need to see him. It's urgent," said Joel.
Jar immediately whipped out his phone and did as he was told.
Joel's expression was ashen then as he fumed, "How dare you do this to me, Maniac. Well, | won't be playing nice either. Don't faultfor that." Just then, over at a random building.novelbin
A crowd of property owners was gathered in front of the sales department, protesting at the top of their lungs and waving flags demanding that their properties be handed over to them on tand their losses be compensated.
It had been three years overdue, and none of the property owners had received their units yet.
The property handler paced about in his office, extremely anxious.
If this had happened in the past, he would have just gotten security to beat these people up until they left. He had powerful people backing him up and enough money to win over these pesky protesters for sure.
However, things were different now. There had been quite a ruckus over the past couple of days, and the property handler had called for a large amount of security to disperse the crowd and even attack the property owners.
This time, however, the property owners were all working together. It was an unusual sight. There were a few pretty powerful people in the crowd as well, and the security guards had been beaten beyond recognition.
Over the recent days, the property handler and guards had no choice but to stay hidden in the office as they did not dare to go outside.
The property owners had crowded up to right outside the office. There was nowhere else that they could go.
The staff had called the owner of the company. However, they were told that the owner's secretary was handling the matter and to stall for the tbeing.
There was not much stalling they could do now, was there? Just then, one of the property owners shouted, "Give us our units, or we'll trash this place and beat that piece of sh*t person in charge to death." The property owners were thoroughly riled up now. The hunky blokes at the front of the crowd brandished their batons, charging inside and destroying everything in sight.
The rest of the property owners crowded behind them, shouting their chants at the top of their lungs, with many even joining in the attacks.
They had been bullied and taken advantage of for far too long. They had not gotten their units and had even been attacked after asking for what they deserved and paid for.
Now that someone was standing up for them, they were finally able to get back at the bastards who had stepped on them for so long.
The handler shouted for the guards to deflect the attacks, trying to hold the situation down.
The guards were usually experts at handling the property owners, but this time, they were taken down within minutes as they howled in pain.
The handler dialed for the police, running for his life. However, he was caught in no tand beaten to the ground.
Not long after, the police arrived. After listening to what had happened, they ruled the incident as an economic dispute and just told them to settle it in a business discussion.
With there being nothing else that he could do, the handler could only cry and promise the property owners that he would make sure they got their units as soon as possible.
Of course, the property owners had been in cahoots with each other long before and kicked all the staff members out before taking over the entire building altogether.
Over at a manufacturing factory.
Workers waved their flags high in the air in a group strike.
They shouted at the top of their lungs about the poor working conditions they had been put in, with dismal wage rates and hostels that looked more like prisons.
The factory supervisor and all the security guards hid in the control room, not knowing what to do.