Then, the man turned away and walked off, ignoring him.

Limping, Joey tried to catch up and cursed behind him, “Hey, b*stard, give me back my money! Hey! I’ll f*cking kill you!”

“Crazy!”

The man cursed, climbed onto his tow truck, and left.

Joey glared furiously at the tow truck as it had gone far. He certainly couldn’t catch up with his truck and his anger was slowly replaced by deep despair again.

His current main and urgent concern was how to handle the five hundred thousand dollar debt.