"The USB drive has been made as you requested, and domestically, we've already found the victims based on the information inside. We've explained the scammers' tricks to them, but some people remain stubbornly convinced the scammers won't deceive them; they even think the police are scammers. Sigh!"
Yang Ming sighed, perplexed as to how such foolish people could possess millions in assets.
Could it be money made by luck?
But society works like this: money made by luck will eventually be lost by skill.
"Forget it, let those people suffer some losses and learn a lesson. They'll eventually come back to report to the police."
Li Xiang took the USB drive, wiped off the fingerprints, and put it in his pocket; it still had great use.
"Alright, thanks for your effort. I'll take Coalball with me for now, and if there's anything, we'll get in touch again."
