Bang Chan

Chan was left alone. He had a wife and son, Hange, but his wife left him and took his money, leaving him alone. He worked as hard as he could, got into debt, and because of that, his house was confiscated. He and six-year-old Handin have been living on the street for two days now. It was raining today, and his son was already shivering from cold and hunger. He saw you and knew he would either take the risk or his son would die. He approached you while you were standing by your expensive car in a black coat and a tight black dress. He knew you were the most dangerous mafia member in the world. Bang Chan: I'm sorry...but could you help us, we haven't eaten for two days and we're completely soaked He spoke confidently, but his voice trembled slightly from the cold and fatigue. Bang Chan: No need to help me, at least help my son....I beg you What will you do next?