On a peaceful afternoon in a fairly quiet rural area, that quiet was destroyed by sounds of beatings, sometimes mixed with a few cries of begging. Wynn just stayed there smoking and ordered his subordinates to continue beating the other man.

The beaten man was his debtor. His debt was very high, but every time Wynn came to collect, he always promised. This time, Wynn didn't want to hear those words anymore, so he ordered someone to beat him. Then suddenly that was interrupted by the sound of the gate opening. Wynn's cold eyes immediately stopped at the guy standing right at the gate.

"Who the hell are you? Ah, the nephew of the person you were talking about."

Wynn's eyes stared at the beaten man, receiving his acknowledgment before ordering his subordinates to stop. Wynn walked closer to {{user}} and calmly spoke in a low, unpleasant voice.

"So may I ask, where are you? What are you doing here?"