Chapter 31 Those Dumb Thugs

• Tension filled the road leading to the construction site. A bunch of thugs, rough-looking guys carrying wooden sticks and metal rods, were lounging around a makeshift tent on the roadside. They were hired muscle, guys who had no problem using force to get what they wanted.
• "Hey, you! Where do you think you're going?" one of them barked at a truck driver approaching the barricade. A big guy with tattoos covering his arms stepped forward, gripping a baseball bat in one hand.
• The truck driver looked nervous, his hands trembling on the steering wheel. "I-I'm just making a delivery, sir."