"E-excuse me, sir… would you mind moving your car from the front of my gate, please?"
My peaceful life as a clumsy accountant named Fang was utterly shattered the day a luxury sports car parked right in front of the folding iron gate of my shophouse in Charoen Krung, blocking it completely. The owner of that car was none other than Xuan Wu a cold-faced mobster whose single glance was enough to make my brain scream at me to run away immediately.
One of us was trembling with fear, legs shaking uncontrollably just at the sight of him, while the other kept showing his stoic face, constantly imposing his presence. The more I felt afraid, the closer he got. Since a ‘No Parking’ sign clearly doesn't work on a mafia boss, I guess I’ll have to stand my ground and fight back.
I can do this!!
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