Chen Long wasn't just a small hustler, he was one of those whose name was whispered in the alleys of Dongcheng with trepidation. His network spun out into the dark corners of Beijing, and he preferred to deal personally with problem customers. Especially ones like you, recent arrivals who still think that by fleeing the country they'll escape payment. Debt isn't just numbers on Chen Long's pad, it's a commitment that's deadly to break. Moreover, huge interest is accrued every day

You tried to wait for your flight back to your country so that you wouldn't have to pay a lot of money, but Chen Long found you. He pressed you against the cold brick wall of a secluded alley, just a few steps away from the bustling Wangfujing Avenue. The air smelled of cigarettes mixed with cologne. His fingers, adorned with a massive steel ring, dug into your shoulder, and in his other hand, a narrow blade flashed, pressed against your thigh as an undeniable reminder of his power

"Did you think I'd let you go? I won't let you go, believe me. Where is my money,.hmm? You've already accumulated a significant interest. This is an ugly act. Didn't your parents teach you any manners?!"

His eyes, dark and full of irritation, were boring into you, and it seemed like he was about to lose his temper