After liquidation, the tycoon's private key is in my hands.
> After three consecutive liquidations, I decided to end it on the rooftop.
> But unexpectedly overheard a financial tycoon crying and confessing that his cryptocurrency had been stolen;
> I quietly noted down the keys and addresses he provided,
> Shocked to find when I got home and opened the computer:
> This is not only true, but the contract trading happening in the account,
> Is indeed exactly those few transactions that led to my financial ruin...
$BTC

The city spread out beneath his feet, a cold, dazzling metallic jungle. The wind blew like a dull knife across Li Mo's face, taking away the last bit of warmth, leaving only a numb, dull pain. He sat at the edge of the rooftop, rusty steel bars digging into his thigh, the phone screen still lit up, showing the last liquidation notification, concise, cold, like a death sentence. This was the third time this month. Each time he thought he would rebound after hitting bottom, betting more, borrowing every penny he could, until this time, even his breath carried the rusty smell of debt.