When Shi Tiexin pushed open the door and walked in, Anboladubi still had the leisure to pour himself a glass of champagne. "You came much faster than I imagined, but don't rush. In a moment, your phone will ring."
As if to underscore his uncanny foresight, Shi Tiexin's phone really did ring.
He picked up the phone and held it to his ear. The voice from the receiver was none other than Schmidt, the bureau chief. "You're being far too reckless. This matter involves a major case. Withdraw immediately. If you interfere with an important investigation, I'll hold you accountable!"
Shi Tiexin did not answer. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at Anboladubi. "Interesting."
"Of course it's interesting. What's even more interesting is yet to come." With one finger, Anboladubi frivolously pushed over a little wooden box. "Take a look."
At Shi Tiexin's signal, Cheng Long stepped forward and opened the little wooden box. Inside was a receipt. The payee was an unknown name, and the amount was two hundred thousand.
Cheng Long was baffled. "What does this mean?"
"Let me explain. It's actually very simple: this money went to Kouhai Studio, one of the strongest online Hater Studios in Nie's City—and the most formidable on the entire internet. I've already paid them. By tomorrow morning, you'll see countless pieces of scandalous material about yourselves all over the web."
"Those haters are capable of anything. They'll leak things head-on, fan the flames from the side, light fires from within, then pretend to be your supporters. They'll buy off your fans and lead them to attack feminists, animal rights groups, Black people, MAGA, and every brain-dead fandom circle. They'll fabricate images and concoct facts until the whole world believes you abused your girlfriend, tortured pets to death, discriminated against Black people, and