With his hands chilled by the handcuffs, Meng Shengrong thought it was the police who had come. However, the language of the opponent just now did not sound like something the police would say. Besides, the police should go through the front door. After all, he wasn't a criminal. If the police came, he would surely open the door. There was no need to break into the window, especially on the sixteenth floor; this wasn't a movie scene.
The situation was stronger than himself. His wife and child were outside. Although the fighter was a bit crude and hurt him, Meng Shengrong dared not scream in pain. He forcibly stabilized his mind, fearfully stared at the expressionless fighter, and beseeched, "Brother, just tell me what you want, I'll give it to you if I have it, please don't hurt my family."
"Don't worry, we're only here for debt collection, not murder," the fighter said coldly.
