"Well, what else do you have to say?" The tall and thin man asked.

"I said I was wronged, do you believe me?" I smiled wryly.

The tall and skinny man snorted coldly, ignoring me, but I knew I might be at risk of going to jail.

Sure enough, since I joined the Independent Commission Against Corruption, they didn't let me go out again, but locked me in a house.

In the evening, someone brought me food, but I really don't have anything to explain, they should also know that I'm just a scapegoat, and they don't have any evidence for the real boss, so I can only take this thunder!

After talking to the tall and skinny man for the last time, he told me very clearly: "You are suspected of match-fixing, so you are going to go in and stay for a while, and then."

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