The money from selling Memory Bread had indeed been exchanged for supplies and sent to the Underworld, but not the money Sampo had swindled. She had kept that for herself.
"You bastard... Report! I want to report him! The person beside you is my accomplice! I know his name—Chen Luo!" Sampo gritted his teeth, trying to drag Chen Luo down with him.
Enjoy the show, enjoy the show. Those who enjoyed the show would eventually become the show!
"What are you talking about? I'm just a concerned citizen who reported a blue-haired con artist. Right, Sister Pela?" Chen Luo hid behind Pela again.
"Don't call me Sister Pela... Forget it. Take this blue-haired con artist back to the Iron Guard." Pela was completely unmoved by Sampo's accusation against Chen Luo.
"He really is my accomplice..." Sampo tried to explain.
"That's right, I'm his accomplice." Chen Luo planted his hands on his hips.
"Enough messing around. Take the blue-haired con artist away."
"He really is my accomplice! And I really came to turn myself in! You can't treat someone trying to turn over a new leaf like this!"
Sampo kept shouting, but he obediently followed the Iron Guard away.
Because it was in the contract. Who told Sampo to violate it by using ordinary bread to swindle people after selling twenty portions of Memory Bread?
"Take care, blue-haired con artist. I'll exchange your bounty for supplies, distribute them to those in need, and then put up a monument for you." Chen Luo waved at Sampo from behind Sister Pela.
"Chen Luo, you bastard! You're even worse than I am! Fine, I admit it, you won this time. You're more suited to being a con artist than I am!" Sampo sighed, but he was not furious.
Sampo now somewhat believed that Chen