The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"Now I understand why the shop owner said that. This guy is crying wolf, trying to get the shop owner to launder this dirty money for him! He's got some nerve!"

"Hiss—!! This is terrifying to think about, and terrifying even at first glance! If the shop owner really was fooled by him today, wouldn't Boss Jin Buhuan be in a situation where he couldn't clear his name no matter what he did?"

"That's not all! He was almost cyberbullied, and even Jin Buhuan almost thought he was going to be deported. In that case, that 8.8 million would have completely gone to this swindler! Holy crap, that scheme was brilliant!"

The gasps of amazement and the discussions were replaced by a complete lack of sympathy.

Everyone stared at the figure sprawled on the ground with a complex gaze, as if they were looking at a monster or a legendary fraudster.

What seemed so pitiful before now appears utterly laughable.

Looking back on my previous sense of justice, I only feel a burning pain on my face.

They almost became accomplices in a massive scam!

Jin Buhuan finally recovered from the huge shock.

He looked at the parchment on the ground, which represented the highest punishment, and then at the person slumped on the ground. His expression gradually changed from shock to surprise.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

He quickly bowed to Lin Mo and said, "Thank you, shop owner."

He took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and bent down to pick up the yellowed parchment.

The parchment felt slightly heavy in his hand, and the power of the rules flowing on it made even a top player with billions of dollars feel a chill.

This is the "death sentence" of Wasteland Era.

Now, he has become the executioner holding the verdict.

At that moment, Jin Buhuan was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

This parchment is an absolute weapon of mass destruction. It may be ineffective against monsters, but against players, no matter who they are, it is enough to pronounce a death sentence on them.

Exchanging 880 million Source Crystals for one card is a good deal.

Jin Buhuan is now considering whether or not to use this precious prop on this piece of trash.

But the next second, Lin Mo seemed to have guessed his thoughts and said directly, "You'd better not have any strange ideas, otherwise, you'll be the one getting kicked next."

Jin Buhuan: "Uh..."

Jin Buhuan immediately stated, "Don't worry, shop owner, I guarantee I won't do anything reckless."

Lin Mo ignored it, glanced at Jin Buhuan, and then disappeared from the spot.

Only when that inexplicable pressure completely disappeared did Jin Buhuan take a step, walking step by step, toward the figure who had completely lost all hope and was slumped like a puddle of mud.

The surrounding players automatically parted to make way for him, and all eyes were on him.

The sorrow, though seemingly concealed, was only made more apparent by the sound of footsteps.

He slowly raised his head, his face devoid of any color, only pure, deep-seated despair and fear remaining.

As he watched Jin Buhuan approach him step by step, holding a parchment in his hand, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

That wasn't a feigned twitch, but a tremor from the depths of one's soul.

At this moment, the sorrowful figure, trying to conceal his true feelings, lay quietly in place. It wasn't that he didn't want to escape, but rather that an inexplicable force was holding him captive, unable to move an inch.

The shadow cast by Jin Buhuan's tall figure completely enveloped the sorrow that was always trying to be concealed.

The desolation on the ground was palpable, with tears and snot flying everywhere.

At this moment, he was truly afraid.

He grabbed Jin Buhuan's trouser leg tightly.

"Boss Jin... Mr. Jin! Big Boss Jin!"

His voice trembled like a leaf, and tears and snot instantly covered his face; there was no trace of the shrewdness he had shown just moments before.

"I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

"I will return every single penny of that eight million eight hundred thousand to you!"

"Please, spare me this time!"

"My mother is still in the hospital. I had no choice. Please forgive me this time."

Jin Buhuan looked down at him. He had to admit that these days, all these people used the same excuses when begging for mercy: either for their sick mother or their gambling father.

He's heard it so many times he's practically worn out.

But Jin Buhuan knew the power of public opinion. Regardless of whether a lie was true or false, as long as someone believed it, it was true.

Jin Buhuan immediately sneered and asked, "Your mother?"

These three words, seemingly trying to conceal the sorrow, are like heavenly music.

He nodded quickly: "That's right, boss, I did it all for my mother."

"My father died young. He didn't die of illness, but from a mine collapse. When he was pulled out, his body was covered in blood and gore, and there wasn't even a complete corpse."

"In the end, the compensation money was swindled away by my uncle's family."

"I was only four years old at the time. My mother knelt in front of my father's grave and cried all night. She stopped crying after dawn."

The sorrow was always trying to be concealed, and she spoke while sobbing softly, her body trembling.

Tears streamed down his face.

"She carried me on her back and walked me home step by step. From that day on, I never saw her cry again. Then, she raised me alone for twenty years."

The sorrow was always a veiled attempt to conceal, spoken quickly as if afraid of being interrupted, or as if these words had been bottled up in his heart for a lifetime.

"To make sure I had enough to eat and wear, she washed clothes for others. In the dead of winter, she would stand by the river and the ice would cut her fingers all over."

"She also went to the docks to carry bags, and her back was bent from the weight, and she never straightened up again."

"Later, when she was too tired, she pushed a cart to sell roasted sweet potatoes. A thug overturned her stall, so she knelt on the street and picked up the sweet potatoes one by one, wiped them clean, and brought them home for me to eat."

She told me, "Xiao Qiu, you must study hard and become a good person in the future."

The voice, which had been trying to conceal its sorrow, choked up. She raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face, causing half of her cheek to immediately swell and turn red.

"I clearly promised her..."

"But I'm not a good person, I'm not! My mother is now lying in the hospital. The doctor said she has a lung problem and needs to take medication for a long time. The medication alone costs thousands of yuan every day."

"What can I do? What can I do? I went to ask people for money, but my relatives have already run far away. I really have no other choice but to lie... I know I deserve to die, I deserve to die a thousand deaths."

"But Brother Jin Buhuan, my mother... she never did anything wrong in her life. She raised me with great difficulty, and now it's time for her to enjoy life. She shouldn't have died like this!"

The sorrow, which seemed to be trying to conceal, suddenly made him bend over, his forehead hitting the ground hard with a thud, startling everyone present.

"My mother said that poverty should not diminish one's ambition, but I have long lost my ambition. I just want my mother to live."

"She is the only person in this world who has ever loved me with her life, and she is the person I have wronged the most in my life."

"I can die, you can kill me a hundred times, but I beg you... please give me three days to settle my mother down."

"Three days from now, you won't even need to lift a finger; I'll give you my life back myself!"

The sorrow was always trying to hide, and after saying this, she was already trembling with tears, curled up on the ground like a little dog abandoned by the world.