Chapter 163 A Terrifying Scene

She wore a meticulously tailored waist-hugging vest dress, with a deep V-neck opening down to the chest. There was nothing underneath, just vacuum, exposing the snowy white skin of her chest. It seemed she used rubber breast patches to restrain her ample bosom from moving too vigorously.

She paired the dress with glossy black flat-bottomed boat shoes, accessorized with a black patent leather sequin backpack. Her long black hair was neatly coiled up, topped with a small blue and white striped beret, giving off the vibe of an office lady donning a fashionable flight attendant hat.

Every time Yang Chen saw Tang Wan, this beauty whose age was hard to determine, he would feel refreshed. Of course, because their first encounter was too "direct and purposeful," Yang Chen still felt a bit embarrassed.

"It's such a coincidence, Mr. Yang," Tang Wan said without any awkwardness. Yang Chen figured that as the leader of such an upscale entertainment club in Zhonghai, she must be adept at dealing with all sorts of people.

Yang Chen smiled awkwardly. The last time, Mo Qianni was present, which made the conversation smooth. Now, he felt a bit embarrassed. "I didn't expect Miss Tang to personally come to the bank."

Tang Wan chuckled, covering her mouth. "Mr. Yang, you're really strange. Do you have to tell others your bank account password?"

"Uh..." Yang Chen was speechless. It's not that he felt he said something silly, but back when he was abroad, Yang Chen knew he was very wealthy. If Forbes could investigate the personal assets of those not in the ordinary class, Yang Chen might be one of the world's top billionaires. Compared to Bill Gates, in their circle, he might even rank in the top ten.

However, he did have someone managing his money, and he still didn't know exactly how much money he had or how it was obtained. So, subconsciously, Yang Chen thought that wealthy people wouldn't personally go to the bank to handle these matters.

Even after returning to Yanxia, Yang Chen had rarely visited the bank, and he was very vague about the procedures inside the bank.

Seeing Yang Chen's embarrassed expression, Tang Wan just thought he was a rich second generation playboy who didn't understand these trivial matters, so she didn't say much. She extended her hand to Yang Chen and said, "It's rare to meet, let's shake hands."

Yang Chen immediately reached out and shook Tang Wan's hand briefly. Her hand was smooth and had an excellent touch.

A woman's age, or rather her maintenance, can be directly seen from her hands. Tang Wan's hands were like those of an eighteen-year-old girl, and Yang Chen couldn't fathom how she could have a high school-aged child.

But that was her private matter. Yang Chen could only silently admire Tang Wan's husband for being fortunate to have such a beautiful wife. He probably did countless good deeds in his past lives to deserve such good fortune.

Thinking about his own partner at home, Yang Chen couldn't help but complain. It felt like it would take forever for them to even hold hands, let alone conceive a child who's already in high school.

After going through the formalities and taking their seats at separate desks, the two fell into silence. Tang Wan had no interest in chatting with the "playboy" in her eyes. As for Yang Chen, he felt too embarrassed to initiate conversation.

Bank procedures at the counter, especially for anything beyond simple deposits or withdrawals, often took a considerable amount of time. After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, their numbers were finally called over the broadcast.

Approaching different counters almost simultaneously, they exchanged polite smiles.

"Hello, how may I assist you?" a freckled female service representative asked Yang Chen with a smile.

Yang Chen took out the somewhat crumpled Yanxia Bank cheque from his pocket and handed it over. "Please transfer this money to my account," he said, then proceeded to hand over his bank card.

The female staff member had just picked up the cheque with a smile, but as soon as she saw the long string of zeroes on it, her mouth couldn't close, and her eyes widened in shock.

"Miss, what's wrong? It's just one million, isn't it?" Yang Chen urged. He was eager to return to Yulei and play games.

The female employee quickly made a "shush" gesture, smiling awkwardly. "Sir, please lower your voice. Do you know that for transactions exceeding twenty thousand, you need to make an appointment in advance? For transactions over a hundred thousand, you have to go to the customer service manager for one-on-one service. With one million, you need to go to the VIP customer service, and it might even require director-level approval, along with some investigation and review."

Yang Chen frowned. "Why so many rules? This cheque is genuine, and the money is mine. Why does your bank need to interfere so much?"

"But these are the rules," the female employee said, feeling helpless.

"Rules are made by people, and people change. Rules are dead; you can't adjust them for the customer? The customer is like a god. How come someone older than me doesn't understand this?" Yang Chen was getting annoyed. Dealing with his own money shouldn't be this troublesome. "Let me tell you, I'll write you a note right now, stating that I'm asking you to help me transfer the money into my account. If there's any trouble, they can come to me. I'll sign it, put my thumbprint on it, whatever you want. How about that?"

The female staff member felt like crying. What kind of customer was this? Are all wealthy people like this nowadays? You don't even bother to make an appointment for a one-million transaction, but instead, you come waving around a crumpled cheque at the counter! And now you want to write a little note and put a thumbprint on it?!

"Sir, I'm just a low-level staff member; I don't have the authority to do these things. Please don't make things difficult for me," she pleaded.

"I'm not making things difficult for you; I'm just giving you a chance to shine. Just imagine, with a click of your keyboard, you transfer one million just like that. How satisfying would that be?" Yang Chen continued to encourage her.

The female staff member, determined not to lose her job, stubbornly shook her head.

Yang Chen was getting angry and frustrated. He suddenly slammed his hand on the black marble counter. "Will you give me my one million or not?!"

His outburst was loud enough for Tang Wan, who was dealing with some procedures nearby, to hear, as well as the other customers and even the security guards at the bank entrance!

What the heck! In broad daylight, someone was trying to extort one million alone at the bank?! Everyone had the same thought.

Tang Wan was startled. What was wrong with this man? He might not be up to much in her eyes, but this was too much, wasn't it?

A tall man in a green security uniform immediately stepped forward, holding a baton, his expression stern as he glared at Yang Chen. "Sir, please refrain from committing any illegal acts, or I will hand you over to the authorities immediately!"

Yang Chen could only smile wryly and rubbed his forehead.

The female staff member hurriedly explained, "Please don't misunderstand. This gentleman isn't trying to steal money; he wants to transfer funds. Please don't use force!"

With this explanation, the surrounding people finally understood. Of course, they knew that one million required an appointment, so their gazes towards Yang Chen turned somewhat scornful. They probably saw him as an uncultured nouveau riche who didn't understand the rules even with money.

Tang Wan sighed inwardly. She couldn't understand why Mo Qianni and Li Jingjing, those two girls, would be interested in this man. He didn't even grasp the basic rules and could blurt out such words in public.

Out of familiarity, Tang Wan stepped forward and suggested, "Mr. Yang, why don't you make an appointment with the VIP customer service center now? It's usually empty, and it would just be a formality."

Yang Chen, seeing Tang Wan's suggestion and the reluctant expression of the female staff member, sighed. "Alright, alright, hurry up and make the appointment for me. Let's not waste any time delaying lunch."

The female staff member breathed a sigh of relief, smiled gratefully at Tang Wan, and then began to make the call to schedule an appointment with the customer service manager for Yang Chen, reporting the situation.

The security guard, understanding that it was a misunderstanding, gave Yang Chen a wary glance before turning to walk back towards the door.

But just then, chaos erupted outside the bank's entrance, with shouts and screams breaking out as if a pot had been overturned!

Everyone in the bank turned to look outside upon hearing the commotion, and a terrifying scene unfolded before their eyes!

Seven or eight men clad in black leather, their heads covered in black masks and wielding submachine guns, stormed into the bank like a black whirlwind!

"Bang bang bang bang bang..." A series of gunfire erupted like firecrackers, as the leader's submachine gun spewed orange sparks, shattering the bank's glass doors into pieces, sending glass shards flying everywhere!

The security guard who had just returned to the entrance barely had time to react before he was hit by a barrage of bullets, his body shaking as he staggered back several steps, falling into a pool of blood!

Bullets struck the walls and floor, kicking up clouds of lime dust, while shattered potted plants littered the bank hall, making it immediately dirty and chaotic.

Whether they were staff or customers, everyone in the hall was petrified. Seeing the security guard fall, they realized these were real guns that could take lives in an instant—there was no way to deal with that!

"Scream!"

"Help!"

High-pitched screams from women immediately filled the air, while more people began to hide in corners, under tables, behind doors, crouching down and clutching their heads, trembling with fear.

Even Tang Wan, normally composed and confident, was just a normal woman. Seeing the robbers, hearing the gunfire, and witnessing the death, all color drained from her face. Subconsciously, she grabbed the nearest man next to her—Yang Chen's arm—and cowered behind him.

Yang Chen felt utterly frustrated. It wasn't that he was worried about the danger of a bank robbery; it was just such a bad timing for this! He rarely went to the bank, and today, he came to withdraw this one million just once, intending to use it to buy some household items for the girl he liked. The process of getting the money was already troublesome enough, wasting time. And now, they had to choose this moment to cause chaos! Would he even be able to get the money in the end?!