"Bam—"
With a loud crash, the already dilapidated door was kicked open.
A young man in his twenties with a flashy blonde hair swaggered into the room in a suit.
"Time to pay up! Where are you!"
The blonde-haired young man shouted with his hands in his pockets, then looked over at a middle-aged man in the corner of the low-rent apartment.
Seeing the blonde-haired young man look over, the middle-aged man's body trembled, his numb expression turned to fear, and then to flattery:
"De... Deacon Gao!"
The scruffy, bearded middle-aged man crawled to the young man like a dog, grabbing his pant leg and lamenting:
"Deacon Gao, please give me a few more days..."
"It would be best if you could lend me a little more, this time I can definitely turn things around."
The blonde-haired young man, referred to as Deacon Gao, put on a stern face and kicked the middle-aged man away, spitting harshly:
"I've already given you extensions a few times!"
