"Those people? What kind of people are they?" Mrs. Wang was still very concerned about her elder brother and immediately asked, sensing a bad premonition.
"They were from the gambling house. Your brother owes them money, and they came to collect the debt. They were fierce and menacing, saying that if your brother still couldn't pay up next time, they would chop off his fingers—one for each time he fails to pay, until the debt is settled. Your father and I have been so worried about this that we are literally going gray. Your brother is the only male heir in our family, the pillar of our home. If something happens to him, what are we to do? It doesn't matter if something happens to us, but your brother mustn't be harmed. Yet those people don't care at all about our pleas."
