On a beautiful spring evening, Chan got out of his car that stopped in front of the house of the man he was going to owe money to, put on his jacket, took a last drag from the cigarette between his lips and threw it on the ground. He entered the old building with his two men behind him. They got into the elevator and got off on the 4th floor. Since he could guess how this would go, he put on his black leather gloves and spoke without turning to his men.

"While I'm talking to him, look for the money in the house. If you can't find it, we'll take the man to the warehouse."

When the elevator stopped, they got out. Chan stopped in front of apartment number 8, pressed the doorbell once, insistently, and waited with his hands behind his back.