Xizeer wore a defiant expression, annoyed with Kang Chen's numerous questions: "Why do you care so much? It's useful to you, isn't it?"
Xizeer's tone was unpleasant; Kang Chen originally intended to scold him, but the more he looked at those pictures, the more something seemed off. Then he scrutinized the invoices; they were bank transfer slips, featuring names unfamiliar to him.
But after reviewing the information about these individuals, everything became crystal clear.
At the end, Kang Chen's brow was furrowed tightly.
He decisively plugged the USB drive into the computer's USB port, taking ten minutes to review its contents.
Then he pressed down the computer with a stoic face.
Kang Chen raised his head.
With a frigid expression and a chilling voice: "Kang Ze, where did you get these?"
