"Who are you guys?"
Oleg frowned while gazing at these strong men that broke in abruptly. But Nikita’s expression looked terrible.
Some of them had bandages on their arms along with obvious bruises on their faces.
"Oh, Nikita, I hope you still remember us." One of the wounded men sneered, "Thank you for your attention a few days ago. We went to your house, but found you didn’t go back. So we have to wait for you here. See, you came!"
"Nikita, who are these people?" Oleg frowned and took a glance at Nikita.
Nikita faltered, "They, they are casino thugs."
"Did you borrow money from them?" That moment, Oleg had already guessed Nikita's condition. He could not help saying furiously, "I told you so many times not..."
Oleg took a deep breath, shaking his head. Now, any lectures were useless. He looked at these few guys, voicing softly, "How much did he owe you?"
