Adding up the two fifty-cent coins on the ground, the total amount was exactly the same as Ye Fan said, not the slightest discrepancy, even the paper bills and coins were accounted for in detail. By now, the police had come to believe what Ye Fan had said, but to further verify, following protocol just like before, they checked the serial numbers and years once again.
The police seemed to have grown accustomed to such oddities. After completing the verification, they returned the money to Ye Fan and turned to gaze at the middle-aged man and the others, saying, "Do you have anything else to say now?"
The middle-aged man was thoroughly dumbfounded; what the hell was going on? Ye Fan knew exactly how much money they had on them; wasn't this just like seeing a ghost? He was completely at a loss and even began to believe that Ye Fan was telling the truth, thinking they really did steal Ye Fan's money.
They had been driven to mental breakdown by Ye Fan's godlike abilities.
