Chapter 398

"Boss! Please, have mercy!" Frank Harris scrambled forward on his knees, clutching the leader's leg desperately. His entire body ached, tears and snot smeared across his face.

He'd do anything to survive.

"Mercy?" The leader kicked him away. "You owe us five thousand. We agreed your wife would cover the debt, but she ran. Who else should we come after?" These loan sharks were even more ruthless than the last group.

Frank cursed Maya White a thousand times in his mind. That bitch had escaped fast, leaving him to suffer.

If Maya could hear him, she'd sneer: Stay and let you sell me?

"Boss, just give me two days! I'll—I'll get the money!" Frank's eyes darted around. He planned to buy time, then slip away at night.

The city was vast—there had to be a place for him. Once he made it big, this debt would be nothing.

"Bullshit!" The leader slapped him hard. "Your wife's gone. If you run too, who pays? Your parents don't owe us!" He jerked his chin at his men. "Break his legs. Let's see him run then."

Thugs closed in, wooden bats thudding against the ground.

Frank trembled violently.

"No! Wait!" He scrambled backward, shrieking. "I have money! My uncle's rich! He owns a shop in town!" In desperation, he threw his uncle under the bus.

The leader stomped on his chest. "That uncle disowned you years ago. The whole village knows!" They'd done their homework before lending—knew exactly who to squeeze.

In this business, you didn't gamble. Soft targets like Frank? Crush them without hesitation.