The Motorcycle Department was filled with young people brimming with passion.
Upon hearing Wang Dashun's words, they immediately stood up, and then pulled out various repair tools from their bodies, like thirty-centimeter-long wrenches, large pliers for cutting steel wires, iron hammers weighing thirty pounds, and so on.
Heaven knows where they had hidden these things before; in any case, they each had a weapon in hand.
In contrast, the security guards, who had come in a hurry, didn't even bring rubber clubs, and were all bare-handed.
Wang Dashun had noticed this too, and that's why he dared to call on his colleagues from the Motorcycle Department to stand up together.
"Let's go at them together, we can't let these bastards hurt our Minister Shen!"
"I've long been displeased with these bastards, they actually gave away the private room we booked to someone else!"
"Charge, beat these bastards to death!"
