Jiang Ning was a man of dignity. Even after resorting to physical force, the restaurant interior remained immaculate, save for the depressed man lying on the floor, wheezing and gasping with snot and tears streaming down his face.
That kick moments earlier had landed partially on his ribs and lungs, throwing his breathing completely out of sync.
The man in the suit froze. You've got to be kidding me—he, the debt collector, hadn't even thrown a punch yet!
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