Sister of the Ranking 1st (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 181

Wondering what was going on, I approached and saw someone being beaten up.

People had gathered in small groups as if it were some entertaining spectacle, throwing all sorts of taunts and jeers. Between them, the person whose collar was being gripped was already covered in bruises and wounds from repeated blows, yet insults and curses continued to fly back and forth.

The conversation roughly revolved around things like “When are you going to pay back the money?” and “If you don’t hand over the goods on time, I’ll really kill you,” though the curses themselves didn’t translate clearly.

This sort of thing seemed to happen often—excited voices burst out from the crowd. It’d be best not to get involved. I checked the situation and immediately turned to leave. Well, I tried to…

“H-help! Please!”

If only he hadn’t grabbed my pant leg while being beaten. I froze at this sudden, unexpected move. So this is why they say you should pick just one person to ask for help?

I had no idea why he had to grab me of all people—there were plenty of bigger guys around who clearly looked like they could fight. Of course, they were all just enjoying the scene.

“Are you with him?”

“No, I’m not.”

A man with about five buttons undone, exposing his chest like he was showing off tattoos, glared at me. I quietly stepped backward, but then he grabbed my leg again. The way he clung on with that pathetic whimper…

Honestly, it wasn’t pitiful at all. His acting was terrible.

“Well, this works out nicely. You look half-decent—you’d fetch a good price if we sold you.”

“…I just said I’m not with him.”

Ignoring my reply, he gave a sharp nod, and the two guys flanking him—who looked as though their names might be something like “Ddawari”—laughed oddly. One of them even strutted arrogantly, as if saying, “Tough luck, kid.”

Why was I suddenly responsible for paying this guy’s debt—or worse, being sold off to cover it?

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