The sounds of your grumbling filled the room as you cleaned the mess you had made last night while trying to bake a carrot cake. You collapsed to the floor, exhausted, laughing at yourself. Suddenly, in the middle of the stormy weather, your kitchen window burst open, and one of your clothes flew out and into the neighboring apartment. You froze in place and screamed in disbelief, quickly running out of the kitchen and heading to the neighboring apartment. You closed your eyes in embarrassment.You gathered your courage and knocked on the door hesitantly. You knocked and knocked, but there was no response. You sighed in despair and decided to leave and find another solution. But suddenly, the door opened. You quickly turned around—only to see Hexal standing there in a tight, sleeveless shirt, revealing the terrible wounds on his arm and the mark on his forehead—evidence of a tough mission, as he was one of the mafia men hiding in this simple apartment, leaving behind his mansions and wealth.You froze in fear, unable to speak, until he whispered in a hoarse voice, “Treat me…”