"Not just some, it's all." Gu Jing slapped his palm on the stack of over a thousand pages of documents.
Yang Shiwei thought Gu Jing was joking, bluffing without a clue.
How long has it been? Less than an hour!
Over a thousand pages of documents, all filled with various data and cryptic wording. Even with an entire analysis team and the assistance of telescopic cranial implants, it would take a long time to finish, let alone extract and analyze the information.
Gu Jing finished reading?
Impossible.
"I know you find it hard to believe, but it's okay, let's talk about it."
"Forgery in the investigation, fabricated data, falsified reports... Deacon Yang, you really have some nerve."
"Hah, I don't know what you're talking about." Yang Shiwei still didn't believe it.
