At this moment, the Caucasian muscular man was filled with envy towards Bai Yan.
This poor kid from Hua Xia, dressed in cheap street clothes, seemed very low-key, but unexpectedly, he was actually so wealthy—it was truly infuriating how people can differ so much!
The muscular man in a sweatshirt was incredibly jealous of Bai Yan in his heart.
Just as the muscular man in a sweatshirt was about to approach the counter to conduct his transaction,
three burly men with black stockings over their heads and black handguns and sacks rushed into the bank.
"Nobody move, this is a robbery!"
"Get down, get down! Everybody get down!"
"Don't look at us, just cover your heads and lie down! We're only after the money, no one will be hurt!"
The three black muscular robbers shouted angrily, pointing their guns at everyone inside the bank.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
