Compared to Wang Yongxin's glamorous office, the scene on the screen this time was a mess like a pigsty.
It was evidently Zhang Peng's cheap rental room.
A faint light came through a half-basement window, illuminating Zhang Peng, dyed with yellow hair, as he lay on a garbage-strewn bed, picking his toes before lying down again out of boredom.
[As a lazy parasite, you only destroy society, contributing nothing.]
[Theft, robbery, brawling, even after several stints in jail, you will never reform.]
[You have hands and feet but are unwilling to earn an honest living, instead mocking those who toil for their survival.]
[Your malice is like a butterfly flapping its wings, turning into Unforeseen Calamity for innocent people.]
[This time, can you still luckily escape judgment?]
Zhang Peng's videotape was shorter, and soon after, a file appeared on the big screen.
[Name: Zhang Peng, Male, 26 years old.]
[Occupation: Unemployed.]
