"Niu Dacai," the burly man replied in a deep voice, showing no sign of fear.
The scavenger's voice trembled, and he lowered his head even more, "Wang... Wang Sheng."
"The two of you, step out and stand to my left, facing everyone."
Cheng Ye's voice was not loud, but it carried undeniable authority.
Once the two moved into place, he pointed to the second burly man and Liu Kun, who was among the scavengers.
"Niu Xiaocai." Seemingly Niu Dacai's younger brother, he looked respectful but with rebellious eyes.
"Liu Shen." Liu Kun omitted half of his surname.
At Cheng Ye's direction, the two stood on the right side.
The rest were also grouped in pairs by Cheng Ye, alternating between burly men and scavengers.
There were two more burly men, so they formed the last group.
Fourteen people stood in seven groups under the awning, facing each other, and the wet, cold air suddenly became charged with tension.
"The reason for having you stand like this is obvious,"
