The brothers shouted as they kicked the door open. Inside the room were only two people, a girl around his age and a middle-aged person bedridden with illness. The girl knelt on the ground, begging bitterly, saying she had to borrow at a high interest rate to treat her father's illness, and pleaded for an extension of time.
The brother nudged him with his elbow, signaling him to say something—like suggesting the girl sell herself, or the middle-aged man sell blood, sell organs... In any case, it was necessary to get back the principal and interest.
He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, unable to utter a single word.
"You can't go on like this!" the brother advised, "I initially thought you were a man, but don't be a coward!"
He clenched his fists, grabbing the brother's collar, questioning him, "Is bullying such pitiable people worthy of being called a man?!"
