The burly man was already tall and big, and even without exerting force with his foot, just his weight on Yang Cheng made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
A wooden stick as thick as an arm was pointed at his nose, scaring him so much that he didn't even dare to resist. He could only nod repeatedly, "Yes, I have two sons, but..."
"Then that's correct." The burly man didn't even give him a chance to finish speaking and waved his hand.
"Your wife took your two sons yesterday, borrowed twenty taels of silver from our master, saying it was to let the boys learn some trade, and promised to return thirty taels today."
"We are kind people, just here to collect the debt for our master."
Another man took out a piece of paper from his chest, with something written on it. Yang Cheng couldn't read, but he recognized there was a red handprint at the bottom.
