"Fuck, what's that godawful smell? It's fucking disgusting."
A man who looked like he ought to be in the same line of work as Li Mao stood outside Zhu Ying's door with both hands in his pockets, staring disdainfully at the security door covered in rotten egg sludge as he complained about the stench drilling straight into his brain.
When the security door opened from inside, the man curiously peered through the gap.
Before coming here, he had heard that the woman inside was famously stubborn, capable of barricading herself behind her door even after all her supplies had run out.
He had not expected the bitch to crawl out of her shell the moment he arrived.
But when he saw two men who looked like male models through the crack in the door, the man was a little dumbfounded.
He raised his head to check the apartment number and confirmed that he had not come to the wrong place. Besides, the door covered in rotten eggs was proof enough that the homeowner inside had offended someone she should not have.
In the end, it was the thoroughly pickled street-thug aura around Li Mao that triggered the man's fellow-professional radar.
With a cheeky grin, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation. "Hey, brother, was this your work? This method's been outdated for years. Nobody does this anymore. We're law-abiding citizens now—we collect debts civilly."
Li Mao rubbed the diamond ring on his middle finger and sneered. "You got a problem with that?"
The inexplicable hostility in Li Mao's words made the man somewhat displeased, and the green apple scent that clashed with his own irritated him to no end.
The man dropped his earlier friendly façade. His hand in his pocket cracked several times as he flexed his