Jason opened the door.
Sunlight shone from one side onto the iron ladder, where a middle-aged man stood anxiously at the doorway, his otherwise high-end suit already smeared with mud, especially the shoes, which were caked with filth.
Seeing Jason, the man rushed over as if seeing a savior, attempting to grab Jason's hand.
Jason subtly stepped back, avoiding the man's palm.
"What's the matter?"
Jason asked indifferently.
He always behaved this way with strangers.
No matter what their intentions were.
"Save me!"
"My name is Modo, I'm a businessman."
"Yesterday, business was quite good..."
Realizing that Jason hadn't invited him into the office, the middle-aged man who called himself Modo stood at the entrance and recounted the terrifying experience he had encountered.
Modo was an electronics merchant.
Like the owner of 'Rocky Electronics,' he primarily dealt in second-hand goods.
