There are only about a dozen people.
Bolo felt a bit doubtful about life.
"What else could it be? Of course, it's my guys. Didn't you just have someone check me? What did you find?" Allen Zhang was also a bit puzzled.
"I only found out that you're someone who works at a bar and recycles resources." Bolo said honestly: "It cost me 2000 US Dollars!"
Really honest, bro, better pack away your magical powers soon.
"..." Allen Zhang fell silent as well.
He messed it up.
Damn, he's incompetent, and I'm anxious.
Looking at him meaningfully and patting his shoulder, "Carefully check how much money your people beneath you have embezzled. Someone working in intelligence really shouldn't be ruining their own operation, accepting money yet unable to find out someone else's identity. With 2000 US Dollars, even how many times a regular person goes to the toilet would be known."
