The other officers in the police station also pricked up their ears to listen.

If Jiang Yuan knew, this matter would be much simpler and easier to handle, and they wouldn't need to check the surveillance footage one by one.

"I know," Jiang Yuan nodded.

"Master Jiang, where are they!" the police officers asked impatiently.

“They’re celebrating at the Jiuju Hotel for pulling off this big job with you today,” Jiang Yuan replied.

"Jiuju Hotel? Isn't that... the hotel across the street from us?" the police officer asked.

They walked out of the police station and about fifty meters ahead was the Jiuju Hotel...

Are scammers really this brazen?

They cheated people out of their luggage and stole their wallets in their jurisdiction, and even dared to celebrate at a restaurant not far from their police station.

How is this any different from provoking them?

Most importantly, they stole things from the Secret Service!

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" Ster suddenly stood up and walked out of the police station.

If Jiang Yuan had said something earlier, there would have been no need to file a report with the police; he could have just gone to the Jiuju Hotel to find them.

They're really something, daring to eat, drink, and celebrate right across from the police station.

They really don't take him seriously!

As soon as Ster stepped outside, he saw the golden sign across the street that read "Kyuju Hotel".

He quickened his pace, eager to find those people and beat them up.

"Mr. Ster!!" The boy who had just registered Ster was the first to follow him out.

Master Jiang must have had her reasons for not saying so earlier.

Listening to others should not be half-hearted; acting impulsively is not a good thing!

"Sister, call your boss. Your KPIs are probably going to be pretty high tonight."

"That was a fraud ring. Besides the few people who stole his wallet at the restaurant, there was an entire fraud ring there as well."

"That kid alone can't take care of that group."

Jiang Yuan looked up at the girl who had given her the candy earlier and spoke.

Reporting the crime is not only a way to buy time and avoid alerting the perpetrator, but also a way to leverage the power of the police.

The hotel was completely taken over by that fraudster organization. If she had told Ster earlier, he would have been outnumbered by his own men. No matter how good his fighting skills were, he couldn't outmaneuver those who used underhanded tactics. It would have taken the police force to take them all down.

Without saying much, the girl immediately called her boss.

Inside the restaurant.

As soon as Ster stepped inside, he saw the person who had tricked him into giving his luggage and the person who had stolen his bank card sitting at the same table.

They were raising their glasses to celebrate their big score that day, and everyone else was raising their glasses to join in the celebration.

Upon seeing Ster arrive, the men stopped what they were doing and all stared at him.

Only then did Ster realize that several tables there were occupied by their people.

They looked at him with very unfriendly eyes, some even with murderous intent.

Scammers usually only scam people, and thieves usually only steal money, so why would these people harbor murderous intent?

This is definitely not just a simple scam gang!

"Oh, who is this little kid..." The scarred man sitting at the first table looked Ster up and down, and said with a "oh," his eyes full of contempt, not taking Ster seriously at all.

"Brother, he's the kid I was talking about. I never expected such a kid to have several million in his account."

"Big brother, he must be a young master."

The person who stole Ster's wallet immediately flattered him, his eyes filled with greed as he looked at Ster.

He searched his wallet, which contained a lot of cash and a card.

The card's PIN was the original one, and he figured it out on the first try.

Only a rich man's son would be so careless with the money in his card, not even bothering to change the password.

And there are over four million in that card!

If a junior high school student travels alone by plane to H City and has over four million yuan in his bank account, then his family must be very wealthy.

If we can just kidnap him, we can extort more money from him.

That way they won't have to scam people near the airport anymore, which is great.

Take one risk, and you'll live a life of luxury for half your life.

"I didn't expect you to be so fast, you caught up with me here so quickly." The man who had been carrying the suitcase earlier also spoke up, somewhat admiring him for daring to come here alone to his death.

"Brother, besides being rich, this kid's suitcase is full of designer clothes," the man said, looking at the scarred man.

He also plans to put all those brand-name items on a second-hand website to sell tomorrow.

They have to hand over any money or valuable luxury items they steal or cheat, but they can do whatever they want with their clothes, shoes, and the like.

If that box of designer clothes can be sold, I'm guaranteed to make at least ten or twenty thousand yuan.

“Brother, this kid is definitely rich. Since he's fallen into our hands on his own, why don't we... tie him up?” the man said again, his eyes filled with greed, just like the man who stole the wallet.

He swiped four million from his bank card, and with the money he'd gotten from various other sources, each of them would get around a few hundred thousand.

If they kidnap him and extort money from him, they could probably make an even bigger profit.

“Tie me up? Are you sure?” Ster chuckled dismissively.

Do these people think they can kidnap him?

What's the difference between talking nonsense and being a fool?

Furthermore, if they really kidnap him, the Bureau of Mysteries probably won't just stand by and do nothing.

"Big brother, big brother, there's a policeman hesitating outside... he seems to be with this kid!" Just then, a subordinate hurriedly reported.

They've been hanging around this area, and there are even people specifically monitoring the movements of the police.

They knew all the faces in the police station very well. Even if the officers were out on missions in plainclothes, they could recognize them at a glance, let alone if they were in police uniform.

"You called the police, kid?" Upon hearing the word "police," the people in the restaurant's expressions changed drastically. They seemed surprised that such a young boy would act so decisively, calling the police before barging in.

"Let's go!" the scarred man said decisively, his face grim.

Just as those people got up to leave, Ster blocked their way and kicked them. The man in front of him quickly stumbled back a few steps, crashing into the edge of the table, leaving a footprint on his clothes.

Clang—

crackling sound—

The plate shattered, and the food, barely touched, fell to the ground.

"None of you are leaving here today," Ster said, his small body blocking the doorway like a mountain, his dark eyes sharp.

“You are definitely not an ordinary fraud gang,” Ster said coldly.

Besides their murderous aura and killing intent, these people used coded language as soon as they spoke.

It's obvious at a glance that he's done a lot of human trafficking or kidnapping.

If that's the case, then it's even less likely that they'll leave.

“I don’t think you’re any ordinary person either. That kick you just made was quite powerful. It’s something a middle school student couldn’t do. Even someone who has trained since childhood couldn’t possibly kick with such force,” the scarred man said, scrutinizing Ster again.