"What? Robbed again?"
Göethe's face crumpled. For a moment, he nearly lost control, ready to pull out his gun and blow a hole in the trembling candy store owner's head—much like he had done in a labor camp.
On a normal day, Göethe could maintain his gentlemanly composure for a bit longer. But at this moment, the pressure of "failing in debt collection on the first try" was like a file, continually grinding at his nerves.
When they said "again," it wasn't as if the owner always claimed robbery to shirk debts whenever they came to collect. On the contrary, Carambar Candy Store had been doing fine. Its credit had always been good. Up until today, they were an outstanding small family workshop with zero records of overdue debts.
However, that boastful record also ended today. Bombarded with Göethe's ferocious gaze, the bald-headed middle-aged man was covered in a layer of dense sweat beads.
