Forty-three thousand yuan suddenly appeared in my account, and the police told me I was suspected of an eight-million-yuan fraud case. That was when I finally understood: the so-called "earn three thousand a day" order-brushing gig was a prison sentence custom-made for me by a criminal gang. My handler monitored my calls, and a bank manager forged my transaction records. They labeled me the "perfect fall guy" and used my family's lives to force me to confess. But they didn't know that I, their "low-level buffer," had obtained their most crucial evidence. When the mastermind launched "Plan B" to make sure I could never recover, I turned around and tore their entire network out by the roots. You want me to take the fall? Then every last one of you is going to prison!
