Kang Chen patted the table, "Speak."
Kang Chen pointed to the chair opposite, "Sit down and talk."
Xizeer sneered, dropped his backpack, sat down, with an expression that seemed to say, "I won't stoop to your level."
Xizeer pointed to the transfer slips, "These, I hacked the bank system to get..."
Then, pointing at the photos, "I sent someone to those people's homes, found a membership card to a certain business club, arranged for someone to work there, and when they went again, we took a couple of photos. As for the stuff on the USB, it was extracted from the computer of that politician who opposes you."
Xizeer looked impatient, somewhat like a rebellious teenager going through a phase.
Kang Chen's lips cracked into a smile, looking at Xizeer, internally frustrated.
Hell, this kid talks as if it's no big deal, as if doing it was effortless, saying the bank remittances were hacked just like that.
