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In the center of those people, a middle-aged man of over forty held a contract in his hand. His eyes were bloodshot and veins on his palms bulged. His voice was filled with rage, but underneath it was a plea as he said:
"I clearly only borrowed twenty Silver Coins from you, how come now I have to repay two hundred?".
"Why don't you just rob people!".
The man in the white shirt, looking more like a scholar than a merchant, naturally responded with a laugh: ...
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