Wang Teng followed Lin Chuhan all the way and discovered that she had merely gone home.
From a distance, he watched her enter the house. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a group of people approaching.
Leading them was a bald man in a black suit.
Five or six young men who looked like punks followed behind him.
Wang Teng immediately stopped, lit a cigarette, and stood by the roadside smoking.
"What the hell are you staring at, you little brat?" Seeing Wang Teng openly watching them, Black Suit Baldhead cursed viciously.
Wang Teng said nothing and turned his head away.
Black Suit Baldhead did not pursue the matter. He merely continued cursing as he walked into Lin Chuhan's home.
Lin Chuhan's home was an old-looking three-story house. The first floor served as a storefront, where they ran a small grocery store.
Black Suit Baldhead entered Lin Chuhan's grocery store, casually grabbed a bottle of cola, and gulped down a large mouthful.
The middle-aged woman in the store was presumably Lin Chuhan's mother. She stood nearby, looking terrified, not daring to say a word.
After letting out a burp, Black Suit Baldhead turned to the middle-aged woman. "So? Have you got the money ready?"
"Boss, my husband has already gone to borrow money from relatives and friends. Please give us a few more days," the middle-aged woman pleaded.
"A few more days? I've already given you three damn days. Isn't that enough? Huh?"
Black Suit Baldhead glared and kicked over a box of candy beside him. The candies flew everywhere, scattering across the floor.
"I think you people just don't want to repay the money, do you?"
"Boss, it's not that we don't want to repay it. We just haven't gathered enough yet. Please give us