The two police officers had already reached for their guns, clearly aware that this wasn't just a simple brawl.
I swallowed hard, my hand inching toward my gun. Vincent frowned, clearly picking up on what I was about to do.
"Whoa, whoa, officers, you've got it all wrong. It's a misunderstanding," Vincent suddenly raised both hands and turned around, shouting. "This is just a personal matter. He owes me money and hasn't paid it back. I'm just here to collect my debt. No need to make a big deal out of it."
As he spoke, Vincent even made a gesture as if he were counting money, successfully easing the tension. The two officers lowered their guard and motioned for him to continue.
With their approval, Vincent quickly pulled out a few bills and handed them over, chatting and laughing with th
