The Americans admitted to employing countless acts of torture to extract the whereabouts of bin Laden from the courier of the terror magnate. This demonstrated that even the foremost nation, possessing the world's most advanced technologies, lacked the ability to compel unconditional speech, ultimately resorting to the most primitive method: violence.

Thus, at Wang Zhuo's signal, Fat Dragon employed force. Despite taking two blows to the arm with an iron bar, Ma Xingmin clenched his jaw and remained silent; he proved surprisingly tough.

This made Fat Dragon feel profoundly slighted, but since he wasn't a professional thug, he genuinely feared accidentally crippling Ma Xingmin's limbs. "Are you that hungry, you've lost the strength to hit someone?" Wang Zhuo looked at him with displeasure.

Fat Dragon scratched his head and offered a wry chuckle, "How about I eat a bowl of noodles first..." "Do the job first, then eat," Wang Zhuo waved his hand. "I think the method Brother Dao and the others used on Xie Xiaomeng was quite good; you should practice that." Consequently, the somewhat bewildered Ma Xingmin was dragged by his hair into the bathroom by Fat Dragon.

Seeing he was about to have his face shoved into the toilet bowl, he quickly confessed and begged for mercy. "Yes, yes, it was 3.8 million." "Give him a face wash and then come back to talk." "..." From the expressions of the others, Wang Zhuo could already tell that 4.8 million was the figure Ma Xingmin had told them, but it was clearly false, as he detected the tell-tale sign of deceit in Ma Xingmin's eyes.

Fat Dragon dragged the dripping wet Ma Xingmin back to the living room and angrily stomped on him. During his struggle, the victim had splashed him with toilet water.

"Look up at me," Wang Zhuo said to Ma Xingmin in a measured tone. "If you don't tell the truth this time, what you'll be drinking won't be water.

You understand?" "I'll prepare it for him first," Fat Dragon turned and went into the bathroom to urinate. Hearing the loud rushing sound from the restroom, Ma Xingmin struggled intensely internally, while the expressions of his accomplices shifted; realizing their boss had secretly embezzled funds behind their backs, their loyalty began to wane.

Fat Dragon returned, pulling up his trousers, and lewdly grinned, "Haven't pissed all morning, it's very concentrated, warm, and even has foam." Wang Zhuo let out a cold sneer. "If he tries to fool me again, he can drink it while it's hot." "Hahahaha!" Fat Dragon roared with laughter and said, "I've never had anyone drink my piss before; what a great day this is." "Maria, go get the camera set.

We'll record little Brother Ma drinking piss later," Wang Zhuo instructed. "If you dare to pull any tricks and don't record it, you'll be next." Wang Zhuo had used this tactic against Cheng Moyan before, and it had proven surprisingly effective.

Ma Xingmin was someone very concerned with his image, so applying this move would likely be even more impactful than beating him. He Linze obediently followed the instruction.

Just then, Xiao San'er, who had been squatting quietly in the corner the whole time, spoke up: "Director Wang, the noodles are ready." The young girl's accent had a slight Southern accent, clearly indicating she wasn't local, and it was unclear how she got mixed up with this group. "I'll have the bigger bowl," Fat Dragon strode over and reached for the bowl containing more noodles, ready to dig in.

"You haven't washed your hands..." Xiao San'er blinked her innocent, large eyes. Fat Dragon was about to retort with his usual line about eating unclean food being harmless, but realizing his hands were still soiled with splashes from the toilet bowl, the words died in his throat.

He sullenly put the bowl down and headed back toward the bathroom. Once he was gone, Xiao San'er turned to Wang Zhuo and said earnestly, "Director Wang, it was wrong for us to extort you, but what we were doing wasn't truly evil..." Wang Zhuo nearly spat out his drink.

He looked at her, torn between laughter and tears, and said, "Even if you were only extorting corrupt officials and the wealthy, that's still not legitimate income, is it?" Xiao San'er pouted, sounding somewhat aggrieved, "But we donated it all to the disaster areas and the Red Cross." Wang Zhuo froze momentarily, scrutinizing her gaze, unable to detect any trace of falsehood. Could this really be true?

Seeing Wang Zhuo's expression shift to one of hesitation, Xiao San'er saw a glimmer of hope and eagerly pressed on, "If you don't believe me, I can show you the evidence." Figuring she couldn't pull any major tricks, Wang Zhuo waved his hand, allowing her to go. At the same time, he felt the situation was odd; if the money had been donated, Ma Xingmin wouldn't be acting so evasive—there had to be an inside story.

Glancing across the faces of the four kneeling men, Wang Zhuo suddenly understood: this Xiao San'er must be a tech geek. While she was a master of electronic technology, she was likely hopelessly naive in other aspects.

These guys had conspired to fool her, telling her that all the money extorted had been donated, successfully duping the innocent girl. "Robbing the rich to help the poor?

Why would I believe that?" Fat Dragon emerged from the bathroom with a cold sneer and headed straight for the instant noodles. In truth, he didn't need to disbelieve it; Ma Xingmin and the others' expressions already revealed everything to Wang Zhuo.

These kids could fool a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl like Xiao San'er, but they couldn't fool Wang Zhuo's sharp, discerning eyes. Sure enough, a moment later, Xiao San'er emerged carrying a box containing certificates and receipts.

Seeing her expression as she presented the treasures, Wang Zhuo couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation. Scientific studies suggest that individuals with outstanding talent in one area often possess noticeable deficiencies in others.

Many famous figures throughout history fit this mold; for example, Bill Gates, the founder of Microsoft, never paid attention to his appearance—it wasn't just indifference; he fundamentally lacked the necessary wiring, requiring his wife to assign staff specifically to manage him. Upon seeing the crudely forged fake certificates and receipts, Wang Zhuo became certain: this Xiao San'er was almost certainly the type easily misled...

The rest was straightforward. After Fat Dragon finished his noodles, he cooperated with Wang Zhuo in a round of interrogation, forcing the four boys to reveal the entire truth.

Xiao San'er, listening from the side, was left nearly stunned, unable to believe she had been treated as a cash cow by these scoundrels to launder illicit money. Ma Xingmin, in particular, fared poorly under Fat Dragon's threats and intimidation.

While he was skilled at deceiving others, his ability to resist coercion was limited. He might have prepared a defense strategy for the police, but it was utterly useless against Fat Dragon.

When he heard they were going to feed him the "Golden Meal" (a euphemism for forced ingestion), Ma Xingmin wept. His greatest fear had come true.

It would have been manageable if they fell into the hands of the police, but falling into the hands of the underworld meant ruin—these people didn't follow any rules. Finally, Ma Xingmin confessed everything.

He had extorted a total of 6.8 million, a full three million more than the 3.8 million he told his cronies. He had embezzled all of it, with only Hong Guyun, who worked the internet cafe shift, aware of the full amount.

It had to be said, Ma Xingmin was quite the talent. Having acquired so much money, he had managed to save nearly all of it, not even spending 100,000.

The six of them spent less than 10,000 yuan per month on average. A little over 3.7 million of the 3.8 million was accounted for officially, while the extra three million was sitting in his private bank account.

If the police had cracked this case, recovering so much stolen money might have earned them a reduced sentence. But Wang Zhuo reconsidered, then shook his head with a wry smile.

Since these extortion targets included government officials, they had touched the reverse scale of the national machinery. Therefore, a reduction in sentence was out of the question; an increase was mandatory, otherwise, how could they make an example of them to deter future offenses?

"Call Xiao Hong back," Wang Zhuo instructed Da Yang, who had been the most obedient. Da Yang smiled bitterly, "That call has to come from Brother Ma." Fat Dragon pointed at Ma Xingmin, "Damn, you're talented, kid." Ma Xingmin dutifully called Hong Guyun, not daring to try any tricks.

Not long after, Xiao Hong returned. As soon as she entered, Fat Dragon grabbed her by the neck and threw her down hard.

After a round of punches and kicks, Hong Guyun knelt meekly beside Da Yang, not daring to breathe loudly. After destroying the secretly recorded video footage, Wang Zhuo felt a dilemma: how should this situation be resolved now?

Seeing him deep in thought, Fat Dragon quickly offered advice: "Boss, this 6-plus million is illegal income; we have to confiscate it." "Confiscate it all and I'll give you a cut?" Wang Zhuo looked at him with a half-smile. "How could I be that kind of person?" Fat Dragon quickly distanced himself.

"My idea is, didn't they lie to Xiao San'er about donating this money? Let's donate the money on their behalf!" Xiao San'er's eyes immediately lit up, and she nodded repeatedly, "Brother Fat Dragon's suggestion is the best!" When they were deleting the video, she had already shown active cooperation.

Having been exploited by those guys for nearly a year, she was utterly heartbroken. She had already spat on each of their faces, drawing a clear line between herself and them.

"The money is easy to handle, but what about the people?" Wang Zhuo asked. "Turn them over to the police and let them be sentenced," Fat Dragon said deliberately.

This statement immediately terrified the five youths, who started pleading for mercy. In reality, their average age was only twenty; who at that age wanted to waste their youth in prison?

After thinking it over, Wang Zhuo suddenly conceived a plan and took out his phone to call Ding Ren. "Uncle Daozi, I have a few guys here who caused trouble and are difficult to handle.

Tell me, is there a way to manage this..." "Haha, Wang Zhuo, only you could come up with such an idea. Tell me, do you want them to have an easier time, or a harder one?" "What's the easy way?

And what's the hard way?" "The easy way, of course, is going to Japan. Isn't the reconstruction work in Fukuda Prefecture ongoing?

They are severely lacking clearance workers; they only need to work four hours a day. The hard way is going to Arabia as oil workers, fourteen hours a day—even the locals won't take those jobs." "Neither of those sounds particularly humane..." Fat Dragon stuck out his tongue to critique.

"Would a humane job let them earn 3.8 million to pay off debts so quickly?" Wang Zhuo shot him a dismissive glance, then said to Ding Ren, "Let's go with Arabia. Two of these five guys aren't particularly sturdy; Uncle Daozi, could you have Brother Yuan and the others put in some extra effort to make them fitter so they don't drop dead over there?" "It's settled then.

Tell me the location, and we'll come pick them up immediately." The call ended. Fat Dragon grinned widely and nodded repeatedly, pointing at Ma Xingmin and the others with his finger, lecturing them, "See?

This is the consequence of fraudulent donation. You all work hard over there, and only when you've made up the money you were supposed to donate can you come back."