Driving such an eye-catching car had a few perks, like there was no shortage of bystanders for them to enquire direction from.
With the people's help, they reached the person's home quickly.
The place was a nondescript, single-story building, many of its corners charred, and its paint flaking. As they got out of the car, Xinghe and Xia Zhi heard the sound of an intense fight coming from within.
A middle-aged, married couple was scolding one hulk of a man severely.
"Last week, you told us you'll pay us this week, and now, you're telling us you're going to pay next week! The next week will never end with you, so if you don't hand over the money now, we're going to finish this at the police station!"
This came from the middle-aged man. He had a small and slight stature but when he was belittling the man, he presented an imposing front. His spit sprayed all over the place because he was too focused on giving the man a dressing down.
