"Bang—"
With a tremendous crash, the battered door was kicked open.
A yellow-haired young man in his twenties, dressed in a suit, swaggered into the room.
"Time to pay up! Where are you?"
With his hands in his pockets, the young man shouted at the top of his lungs, then looked toward a middle-aged man in the corner of the low-rent apartment.
When the young man's gaze fell on him, the middle-aged man shuddered. His numb expression turned first to fear, then to flattery.
"M-Master Gao!"
The scruffy, bearded middle-aged man scrambled over on all fours like a dog, grabbed the young man's pant leg, and pleaded with a miserable face:
"Master Gao, please give me a few more days..."
"If you could lend me a little more, that'd be even better. I swear I'll turn things around this time."
The yellow-haired young man, known as Master Gao, hardened his expression and kicked the middle-aged man away before spitting on him in disgust.
"How many times have I already given you more time?"
"You never look for a proper job. All you think about is buying lottery tickets or going to the casino, dreaming about turning your luck around."
"You're a blight on society. The higher-ups have already forbidden me from lending you money, and even if they hadn't, I wouldn't waste a cent on a piece of trash like you!"
As he spoke, Master Gao kicked the middle-aged man several more times.
"Get your ass to work. Next time, I'll break your legs and make you beg on the street."
After beating and berating him, Master Gao strutted to the door and casually hooked it with his foot, slamming the low-rent apartment's entrance shut.
Master Gao hadn't managed to collect any money on this visit, but his mood wasn't