The Story of Marriage
At eight o’clock that night, I arrived at the abandoned warehouse in the south of the city on time.
The blackmailer was a middle-aged man. The first thing he said when he saw me was: “Give me the USB drive. After verifying the materials, I’ll delete the video.” His tone was cold, and he only cared about the commercial materials the whole time—no vulgar words, no physical offense, no inappropriate hints.
As planned, I handed over the empty USB drive: “Delete the video first, then I’ll confirm the next step.”
The man took the USB drive, inserted it into a device, and found it empty. He flew into a rage instantly: “How dare you trick me?”