"Did you think today would come?"
"We are friends, after all. What goes around should come around, right?"
"I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Liu Deping, with the gag removed, shouted emotionally, "Bro, don't be impatient; let's talk calmly. I know I messed up. Can we sit down and talk it out?"
"I'll give you my company, alright, bro?"
"Don't rush."
"We'll talk about the money later. I'm just really angry right now."
Without any further delay, Wang Jili grabbed Liu Deping's wife, who was bound and thrown in the corner, and threw her on the sofa as well.
He then walked up to the sofa.
Looking at the two women shrinking back into the sofa under the moonlight, he absent-mindedly ripped off his shirt and whispered, "Watch closely, the humiliation you experience today is nothing compared to what I've suffered over the past decade, not even one ten-thousandth."
"Everyone has to pay their dues."
...
He didn't know how long it had been, maybe a long time, maybe not so long.