One could imagine. With this scammerâs methods, more elderly people would definitely be conned.
He had to find a way to get that guy locked up! Since heâd stumbled upon this, he couldnât just let it go!
This Luck Value...
Afterward, he began to look at the reward for completing 40% of the mission this time: the Luck Value.
This was the reward issued by the system for each mission. The rewards were random and of various types.
And the Luck Value... It was one type of reward that could make a person luckier on top of their existing fortune.
For example, the odds of winning the lottery might be one in a billion, but with the addition of Luck Value, the chances could become one in a thousand. The more Luck Value one had, the better their luck would be.
Huh? This Luck Value can be deducted too?
Suddenly, Qin Mu discovered that the 40 points of Luck Value rewarded by the system could not only be added but also subtracted. It could make someone lucky, but it could also make someone unlucky. In other words, it could make one jinxed.
After deducting 40 points from oneâs consistent luck... That person would encounter nothing but bad luck and misfortune.
If thatâs the case...
Qin Muâs eyes lit up. He instantly thought of a way to punish the scammer.
Whether Iâm lucky or not isnât important. As a stickler for justice, I just want this scammer to get what he deserves!
"System, I want to use these 40 points of Luck Value, deduct them in reverse. Target... that scammer from just now!" He took a deep breath and directly issued the instruction to the system.
"Please set the time period during which the Luck Value will take effect!" The systemâs cold voice responded promptly.
Qin Mu was taken aback.
Thereâs a time period for it?
After a brief introduction by the system, he finally understood. The effective time of the Luck Value could be arbitrarily set. The same 40 points of Luck Value, if set to be permanent, would have a much weaker effect. If it was set for only one day... The effect would compress, making all the lucky events happen on that single day.
Similarly, the unlucky events would also be concentrated within that one day.
Then Iâll compress it into 24 hours for him!
Qin Mu snorted coldly, confirming the effective period.
Very soon, in the panel, the 40 points of Luck Value were used and disappeared into thin air.
ăYangcheng.ă
Inside a certain rental unit, Shen Fei held his phone, a hint of joy on his face. After being thoroughly frightened by Zhang Qingyuanâs call just moments before,
I finally... made a score!
This time, he scammed an old lady in her seventies. After a few frightening words from him, she was completely panicked and at his mercy. Furthermore, he had also thoroughly investigated the victimâs family situation, proposing an amount of 300,000 yuan, which they could definitely afford!
"Alright, alright, I... I will go transfer the money right now. What was the bank account number again?" An elderly, anxious voice came through the phone.
"The bank account number is..." Shen Fei took a deep breath and began to speak in a calm, middle-aged voice.
Just as he was about to recite the bank account number, he discovered that his phone... suddenly crashed. The call was thus cut off. No matter how he tried to restart it, the phone remained unresponsive.
"I %&*@%# $@&%*!" In an instant, Shen Fei erupted with countless curses.
He had worked so hard for so long, collecting data, simulating dialogue, studying psychology books... All his earnings were from his skills, and yet at this critical moment, his phone had failed him!
That old biddy got lucky. Once I get a new phone, Iâll target the next one,
he grumbled to himself.
As a professional, he knew very well that the golden window for scamming was just a few hours. By the time the other party realized what was happening, it would be impossible for him to succeed.
"After making calls for so long, Iâm dying of thirst." Tossing the dead phone aside, Shen Fei picked up a glass of water from the table, intending to gulp it down.
COUGH COUGH COUGH... As soon as he drank it, he suddenly choked. Water rushed into his nasal passages, overwhelmingly forceful. For a moment, tears streamed down his face as he choked.
Why am I so unlucky today?
After catching his breath, Shen Fei frowned and muttered. He then decided to head out to buy a new phone.
But no sooner had he stepped out of the apartment building than he was nearly hit by a flowerpot falling from the sky. It missed him by just one meter!
While crossing the street, an SUV running a red light sped by, honking its horn, and nearly hit him.
While walking on the road, he even stepped on a banana peel, falling hard and getting his face bruised and swollen.
Three hours later, when he had bought a new phone and returned to the rental unit, he felt like he had almost lost half his life.
Whatâs going on? Why do I feel... like Iâm being targeted today?
Lying on the sofa, Shen Fei began to recall the events of the past few hours.
This canât be described as just bad luck anymore. Several times, if I hadnât reacted quickly, I wouldâve been a goner! And all of this... seems to have started after I called Zhang Qingyuan!
No way... could it be?
He swallowed, his expression growing tense.
It must just be a coincidence.
Before he hung up, Zhang Qingyuan had said he would send thirty people over... This matter had been troubling him the whole time.
As long as I donât leave the house, I should be fine.
After careful consideration, he decided to stay put in this house, staying safe and sound for a few days.
The outside world... itâs just too dangerous.
ăMidnight.ă
The drowsy Shen Fei was awoken by a series of vigorous knocks at the door. No, to be precise, it was the sound of someone smashing the door.
"Open up! Open the door! I know youâre in there!"
"You can run the first day, but you canât hide forever!"
"The boys came all this way; youâve got to let us finish this job, right?"
Voices of several burly men came through.
Shen Feiâs drowsiness vanished instantly. His whole body trembled, and his complexion changed dramatically.
No... Donât tell me that gang boss really sent people to kill me?
In an instant, he remembered the miserable death of "Mr. Li." Put in a barrel, filled with concrete, thrown into the sea.
Intangible fear engulfed him.
Through the peephole, he could clearly see that at least a dozen people had surrounded the door, blocking the passage completely. Each person had fierce-looking tattoos and malevolent expressions.
This scene completely terrified him. In a panic, he dashed to the balcony and jumped down from the third floor.
CRACKâ The sound of his shinbone breaking was crisply audible.
Intense pain overwhelmed him, yet he bit down hard, not daring to make a sound. He fled the neighborhood like a fugitive.
Meanwhile, at the door of the rental unit he lived in, a group of burly men had been knocking for a long time. Finding no response, at last, one of them realized something was wrong.
"Boss, it looks like weâve got the wrong door. The one who owes money is the apartment behind this one..."
The others caught on. Hurriedly turning around, they crowded towards the door of the adjoining unit.