In a inconspicuous corner by the recreational lake, passersby had formed a circle.
Wang Anfeng led Lin Qiaofu over.
In the center of those people, a middle-aged man of over forty held a contract in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot and veins on his palms bulged. His voice was filled with rage, but underneath it was a plea as he said:
"I clearly only borrowed twenty Silver Coins from you, how come now I have to repay two hundred?".
"Why don't you just rob people!".
The man in the white shirt, looking more like a scholar than a merchant, naturally responded with a laugh:
"This is much quicker than robbing...".
"You!".
The man gritted his teeth, yet in front of the man in white stood two burly men with knives.
The man in white reined back his smile and said indifferently:
"Mr. Zhou does not run a charity here. It's nine out and thirteen back for loans everywhere. You borrowed twenty Silver Coins, now you should repay me two hundred.".
