Mian, Just Kill Me (3)

"Young Master! Young Master! What's wrong? Are you okay?"

His minions dashed up to support him.

His fingers turned limp and dropped the cellphone to the floor.

One of his minions picked it up and saw the text message.

It says, "Honored client, 10 million yuan has been transferred to an overseas account from your black gold card in our bank at 8:33 PM. The remaining balance is 250 yuan."

He recalled that it was the time when he came to the hospital to get his stomach pumped.

10 million yuan had been transferred; the most ridiculous thing was that she had left 250 yuan in his account. (Note: 250 is a number to describe morons in China.)

"How did she do it? It's impossible… I can't believe it. She doesn't know the password and my card is double encrypted. How could she get the money out in such a short time?"

"Young Master, calm down. We'll contact the bank and see if the bank sent the wrong message."