"I... I'll talk..."
Like someone who had been brought back to life, Hiroshi Matsumoto at this moment had completely lost any will to resist. After all, he definitely did not want to experience that kind of pain a second time!
"It was... it was an email. The person who sent the email told me to post that message!"
"Continue!"
"That person promised me one million US dollars for posting it, with an upfront payment of three hundred thousand US dollars. Before I could even reply, the three hundred thousand was already deposited into my account."
"Continue!" the woman's piercing voice commanded without a hint of change in tone.
"I couldn't refuse! After they transferred the three hundred thousand, they sent me a photo—a photo of me sitting in front of the computer, looking at my emails."
Hiroshi Matsumoto's voice gradually took on a whimpering tone, as if he had no other choice.
