Little Fox's eyes were bloodshot. Nicotine and alcohol could no longer do much to calm him down. His surging emotions were like the sea surface in summer.
At times, it was so calm that it conveyed the tenderness a cradle of life should have. At others, it was as violent as a drunken stepfather—not only might you get beaten, you might even end up in serious trouble.
Many years ago, when he had just graduated from university, he had not had any particularly good plans for the future. The most likely possibility had been inheriting the family business and becoming an unseen rat in the sewers.
He would have worked in the family business—running a loan-sharking operation.
From his current perspective, loan sharks back then had been so damn conscientious! They only charged a tiny amount of interest to lend money to poor people in urgent need, and their debt-collection methods had been very gentle as well. At most, they would go to someone's home to intimidate and threaten them, or use some other methods.
Compared with the loan-sharking industry at the time, banks were like that stepfather! At least Old Fox would never sell a house worth a hundred thousand for twenty thousand, then deduct the five hundred dollars owed to him and return the remaining fifteen thousand five hundred to the debtor.
At most, he would take a few things worth roughly five hundred dollars, and consider the matter settled.
But banks did that.
Little Fox, who had never seen the ugly face of capital, had despised Old Fox's business with all his heart back then. He was a university student. Though it was not a prestigious university, he had already obtained a ticket to move up the social ladder.
All he had to do was enter a