The voices of the neighbors chirped around, all asking what had just happened.
"Ouch, it's almost the same as a few days ago, seems like the people who were troubling him couldn't wait and gave the guy three days. He couldn't pay up today and got three of his fingers chopped off. I was right there, heard them saying if he doesn't pay up by tomorrow, they'll cut off his dick."
"Cut off his dick? Fuck, that's brutal! Better off dead, he probably won't be able to pay up tomorrow either, right?"
"Yeah, cut off his dick tomorrow, the day after... tsk tsk, they could easily kill a man, couldn't they?"
"Alas, he had it coming. Why the hell did he have to gamble?"
"Alright, alright, pipe down a bit."
"..."
The conversation of the residents wasn't intentionally suppressed, and the man surnamed Song could hear it all. He scanned the crowd, eyes filled with genuine resentment, startling those who had been staring at him; they quickly shut their mouths.
