Old Rogge watched helplessly as Tieluoga was taken away by a group of debt collectors, possibly facing beatings, abuse, or even worse. Yet, he was powerless, unable to do anything.
This feeling of helplessness was overwhelmingly painful, leaving him with unprecedented sorrow and impotence.
Three million US Dollars, which meant nothing to him in the past.
But now, it could cost his son's life.
This sum of money was like a heavy mountain pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe, filling him with waves of despair.
If back then, he hadn't been disheartened and retreated to this obscure little village to live in seclusion, allowing time to wear down his ambition, and instead had maintained his rightful status and wealth, perhaps there wouldn't be such an outcome...
And now, where could he gather such a large sum of money...
Old Rogge felt a bit dazed.
Rely on the contacts from decades ago?
