Braydon is Traumatized

"A five-digit account?" The service girl, a holy master, was so frightened that she stood up, her face pale.

"The account is correct. What's the problem?" Braydon Neal nodded.

"Excuse me, is the account yours? Do you know the password?" The service girl's tone was extremely respectful.

"A friend gave it to me. Is that a problem?" Braydon said calmly.

"No, of course not. Our bank accounts can be given to friends, descendants, and so on. As long as you have the password, you can access them. However, your account level is too high, so I don't have the authority to check it for you."

The girl was apologetic, but her eyes were filled with curiosity. 

An account of this level represented a shocking figure!

The reason was simple! 

The Cosmos Bank had existed for hundreds of millions of years, and the number of accounts it had opened was more than the number of stars in the universe.