“Didn’t your mother over teach you you’re only supposed to borrow money if you can pay it back?” The bone snapped, and the man screamed. Chit Seng let him go and he stumbled back, tripping over his own feet, into the wall.
Chit Seng turned his palm up and bent fire into it. The man’s eyes widened and his pupils contracted against the light. “I swear, I’ll pay you, don’t kill me!”
The fire blasted between the man’s feet. “Dead men don’t make good on their debts. I’m just taking a little...” he snatched the arm of the little boy cowering against the wall next to his father. “Collateral.”
Most loan spider-sharks had muscle to collect the money for them. Chit Seng preferred to give his costumers a more personal touch.
What Chit Sang did to end up in the Boiling Rock
“Didn’t your mother over teach you you’re only supposed to borrow money if you can pay it back?” The bone snapped, and the man screamed. Chit Seng let him go and he stumbled back, tripping over his own feet, into the wall.
Chit Seng turned his palm up and bent fire into it. The man’s eyes widened and his pupils contracted against the light. “I swear, I’ll pay you, don’t kill me!”
The fire blasted between the man’s feet. “Dead men don’t make good on their debts. I’m just taking a little...” he snatched the arm of the little boy cowering against the wall next to his father. “Collateral.”
Most loan spider-sharks had muscle to collect the money for them. Chit Seng preferred to give his costumers a more personal touch.