"That's right, Manager Lin is correct. We can't let these people in."
After listening to the words of the middle-aged man with glasses referred to as Manager Lin, the workers in the factory also expressed concern.
"I came to rescue you, even brought you a hostage, and you're afraid this is a conspiracy?"
Lin Beichen felt speechless when he heard what they said.
Manager Lin looked at Lin Beichen and spoke in an unfriendly tone: "Just because you say so? Who knows if you've already been bought by the Red Turban Army, bringing someone in to collude with other Red Turban Army members and wipe us all out?"
The workers behind Manager Lin nodded in agreement after hearing his words.
Seeing their reaction, Lin Beichen couldn't help but sneer, "Fine, if I can't go in, I can't go in. Do you think I care about going in?"
Saying this, he turned and walked toward the motorcycle.
Since these people were so ungrateful, there was no need for him to stay and argue with them.
