They Sold Me Into a Scam Compound, and I Took Down Every Con Artist

The day Chen Jiujin arrived, his old classmate who had sold him to the compound patted him on the shoulder and laughed. "Don't worry, it's just a customer service job. Twenty thousand a month."

At that very moment, another voice rang in Chen Jiujin's mind: "I sold you for four hundred thousand. That's enough to buy my freedom."

From that day on, whenever someone lies to his face, he can hear what they are really thinking.

A sign on the iron gate reads: Earn four million in performance bonuses to buy your freedom. But on his third day, he hears the truth in the heart of an accountant's underling: "Not one person who's bought their freedom has ever made it home."

Clutching his younger sister's dialysis bill, he makes his way from a dormitory to a building, and then toward the entire compound.

In a place where everyone lies, he doesn't deceive the innocent. He only deceives the deceivers.

The guards, managers, commander, and accountants in this chain all end up falling.