As soon as they left, Bu Tiange quickly bent down and picked up the money that fell on the ground.

System: "...The system really thought you were a spendthrift."

Bu Tiange wiped off the dust on the banknotes and said righteously, "I earned the money with my own ability, why should I waste it?"

Why doesn’t she keep it? These are all her merit points!

System: "Congratulations, host, for driving away the debt collector. Merit +5. Your current merit is: 5."

After putting her wallet away, Bu Tiange glanced at the paint bucket on the ground. The pungent smell of fresh paint gave her a headache.

When she returned home, she saw the scene at her doorstep as horrible as expected.

The newly replaced door lock was covered with scars, and the security door and the wall were covered with six big words written in red paint: "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor."

I have to spend money to change the locks again.

Bu Tiange frowned.

Outside the community.

Several people left the community, cursing all the way.

"Damn it, I hit a brick wall today."

"You are such a coward! You were actually frightened by a teenage girl!"

"Aren't you scared anymore? Look at the way she's holding the knife. It doesn't look like she's joking at all. I'm just afraid she'll really stab me twice."

The man who was punched held his head and groaned, "I don't care. I won't do this business anymore."

Several people were silent.

Who wants to do it?

Risking your life to earn a few pennies is such a losing business, only a fool would do it.

They walked to the intersection and saw a silver-gray van waiting on the roadside for a long time.

As Bu Tiange said, this community is very remote, especially in the afternoons on weekdays, when there are almost no people nearby.

However, behind the van, a black car appeared at some point.

A few people got on the car and asked the driver: "What's the origin of the car behind us?"

"What's the story?"

A strange voice came from the driver's seat, and in the rearview mirror, a pair of eyes stared at them coldly.

Several people were shocked, "Who are you?"

The man turned his head and it was the man in the suit at the trade fair a few days ago.

"Don't be nervous, someone just wants to talk to you," he said.

darkroom.

As the black blindfold was removed, the eyes of the debt collectors lit up.

The dark room was cold, and a middle-aged man was fixed to the wall. He was covered in blood, and his left eyeball was nowhere to be found, leaving only a hole. It was so dark that only air could flow in but not out.

What’s even more terrifying is that he was nailed to the wall alive with iron nails piercing his hands and feet.

A chill ran down their spines as a young man's voice pierced their ears. "Do you know him?"

How could he not recognize him? Isn't this the old gambler who asked them to go to his ex-wife's house to collect debts?

The young man stood with his back to them. They couldn't see his face, but it was enough to imagine his ferocity.

He said, "Prepare yourselves mentally, for you will soon end up like him."

Several people quickly said: "We are just doing the work for money, and we have nothing to do with this person!"

"Oh, it doesn't matter."

The boy said, turning around.

Contrary to their imagination, the person in front of them had a handsome face, and even when he said such harsh words, he still had a smile on his face.

The old gambler opened his remaining eye, stared at the young man intently, and said with a weak breath, "Who... are you?"

"The daughter you abandoned is the most important person in my life."

The boy looked at him again, the smile in his eyes turning cold, "What do you think?"

He looked at the old gambler and said seriously, "The way you look at me makes me uncomfortable. You might as well just give up this eye."

A flash of fear appeared in the old gambler's right eye.

He watched as the slender, clean hand came closer to his eyes and covered his right eye.

After the severe pain, darkness fell.