The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 229

Chapter 229 Dark Messenger

Across from Blossom Haven, a bar in Harmonfield's southern suburbs, a group of well-dressed men stood observing.

They were field debt collection agents from TrustGen Loans, led by Stuart McCarthy, a man in his thirties and the team leader of Field DebtCollection Team A.

Stuart eyed the modest bar thoughtfully before asking, "Mr. Price, are you sure all 300 clients we need to collect from today work here?"

The lawyer, Gregory Price, nodded. "Yes, Mr. McCarthy. The information from the Sales Department points here. This bar is part of the Tigerspire Group in Harmonfield, which is well-funded, and its employees earn high salaries."

Stuart took the debtor information from Gregory, still cautious. "Could you double-check? Are we really sure the employees here have such high earnings? It seems a bit hard to believe."

Gregory replied without hesitation. "Yes, Mr. McCarthy. According to the platform database, this bar has substantial registered capital and solid financial backing. Friends of mine say it gets extremely busy at night."

He went on, "I also researched this before coming. Tigerspire Group operates dozens of venues, including bars, karaoke halls, hotels, and private clubs."

"The employees here who've taken loans from TrustGen Loans all reported monthly incomes above 30,000 dollars," Gregory confirmed. "Based on this, their loan limits were set between 200,000 and 500,000 dollars, and quite a few hold department management positions."

Stuart knitted his brows as he listened to Gregory's statement. "I went over the loan applications. They all list manager positions. If the information is correct, this small bar supposedly only hires supervisors, with each person earning over 50,000 dollars a month. Do you buy that?"

Gregory replied, "Well, we aren't sure about that, Mr. McCarthy. All we can say is that the basic information checks out as they presented it."

"Plus, their official emails and income statements all carry Tigerspire Group's endorsement. Surely their company wouldn't be helping them falsify personal records, would they?"

Stuart pointed at Blossom Haven with a furrowed brow and said in a clearly skeptical tone, "This bar supposedly has 300 employees, with 299 claiming to be managers. Does that make any sense to you?" Gregory and the other suited men scratched their heads in silence.

That is exactly what the records show.

Could it be that we were scammed?

It's always us at TrustGen Loans who do the deceiving-how could we possibly be the ones getting scammed?"

Stuart was a top debt collector supervisor at TrustGen Loans, a collection agency in Harmonfield.

Today, he led a team to the Blossom Haven bar for on-site deby collections.

At TrustGen Loans, their online loan system stipulated that any borrowed funds typically had a repayment period of ten days.

However, once borrowers secured a loan, they would immediately activate phone calls and on-site collection procedures on the same day, demanding repayment that was double the principal and agreed-upon interest.

Clearly, they were setting a trap for borrowers. After falling for their tricks, the borrowers would face illegal debt collection tactics. If they did not repay on the same day, the agency would immediately harass friends and family by phone, pressuring them to take out new loans to pay off old ones, even resorting to sharing nude photos on social media as part of their debt collection tactics.

Originally just a thug from a small town near Harmonfield, Stuart adopted a fake identity as a lawyer after being hired as a field collector by the shady loan company TrustGen Loans.

had brought in substantial revenue for TrustGen Loans over the past year,

in just half a day, which left him pleasantly surprised. After receiving the task, he calculated that completing this batch of debt collection would mean a significant payday for him. Yet, upon

astounding 299 of them claimed to be managers, each earning over 50,000 dollars

noted that each person had taken out loans exceeding 300,000 dollars, which only added

for a moment before finally

entered the bar, Stuart sensed

there shouldn't have been too many

Blossom Haven bar was packed to the

receptionist, handed over a list of borrowers, and asked, "These are

pointed to a group of people in the middle of the bar. "That's right; they're all sitting there. Everyone you're looking for is here today, and there

glanced around and estimated there were

to be staff, with no single customer in

could say anything, all the

approached and pushed Stuart slightly, saying, "Debt collectors from TrustGen Loans? Are

the red-haired

"I am Dennis Rodriguez."

and displayed his lawyer's credentials, adopting an extremely professional demeanor. "We are the field attorneys from TrustGen

yet! What are you, a loan shark company? Hahaha..." "But it doesn't matter; I never planned to pay it back when I

Stuart had the staff look up Dennis's name on the platform.

show me the

to a staff member, who presented the repayment amount on the tablet to Dennis.

floor. "Repay? Hell no! I borrowed 330,000 dollars this morning, and you want me to repay 700,000

the collar and slammed him

a surge of panic. This was the first time he

net resistance before, but never

had faced

with such confidence

aggression.

a group of people in the bar stepped forward, each announcing their names. "Come on, help

pushing Stuart and his team into the center. "D*mn it, you think you can pull a scam on us, the members of Abyssal Dominion? Do you have a death wish?" Hearing the term "Abyssal

have dared to come here, even if

everyone in the bar raised their bottles and brought them down on

minutes later, Stuart and his companions were thrown out of Blossom Haven bar, their

the same scene unfolded at several locations

Harmonfield Office that a large sum of money they had lent out that

Loans' Harmonfield Office, decided

came to report, "Mr. Cooper, Damon Randall, the manager

his bald head and narrowed his eyes.

Shawn with two TrustGen Loans staff members. "I