"Damn, could it be that I, Jiang Xiaobai, have encountered a scammer in the evil capitalist country? My luck can't be this good."
This was troublesome. Jiang Xiaobai really wanted to just walk away, but the black man on the ground looked like he was in critical condition, at risk of dying at any moment. He seemed either high on drugs or poisoned.
With the language barrier, Jiang Xiaobai felt like a mute and a deaf person, completely at a loss for how to communicate. Just as he was becoming bewildered, the black man on the ground suddenly stood up, bumped into him, then staggered away.
Not long after, three black men burst out of the alley, chasing after the man who had just fled.
Jiang Xiaobai quickened his pace and only when he reached a secluded, uninhabited corner did he open his clenched fist, revealing a USB drive in his palm. He had no idea what was stored on the drive, but he knew that the foaming black man had stuffed it into his hand when he stood up.
