The sound of leather shoes hitting the concrete floor exploded in the empty corridor. Chen Ge gasped for air, and his lungs felt like hot molten iron had been poured into them. The chaotic footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, accompanied by the harsh friction of iron rods across the wall, and the shouts and curses of the debt collectors. "Chen Ge! Don't run!" "I'll break your legs if you run again!" Chen Ge didn't dare to look back. He rushed to the end of the corridor, locked his fingers on the elevator button, and pressed it wildly and disorderly. This is an old apartment that is about to be demolished. The walls are peeling off and there is a musty smell in the air. The elevator indicator light flashed twice and made a hissing sound of poor contact. "Hurry up... Hurry up!" Chen Ge gritted his teeth, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks and into his collar. Behind the corner,
