Watching the woman's figure slowly disappear from view, Gu Bo, who was covered in dirt and humiliation, slowly got to his feet.
Thinking of the humiliation he had just suffered, a look of loathing spread across his face, and he spat with disdain, "Bitches, just you wait."
Just then, there came the sound of rustling footsteps from behind him.
"Wait for what?"
The rough voice of a man reached him, and Gu Bo stiffened, turning his head stiffly to look.
A group of burly men with fierce faces, carrying iron rods on their shoulders, had a carefree bearing.
"Brother Hu, why are you here? I don't have to pay back the money until tomorrow..."
Before he could finish speaking, a fist flew, smashing into his stomach.
Gu Bo, already injured, writhed on the ground in unbearable pain.
"What? It's already tomorrow after midnight," the leading man said slowly, retracting his hand and shouting angrily, "Besides, someone tipped us off just now that you're planning to slip away before dawn."
