Dead silence.
The Federation had existed for centuries. East City had existed for centuries. East City Bank had existed for centuries. Over that long expanse of time, this ancient building and bank had practically become one with East City, witnessing countless rises, falls, and changes. Like a fossil, it stood in the heart of every East City resident. Yet in all those centuries, no one had ever dared to pull out a weapon here and say such words...
To the point that, amid their shock, almost no one could react.
Even amid the roar and the fine patter of countless crystals raining down, the people in the hall turned around in bewilderment, unable to stop themselves from hesitating.
They wanted to ask whether this was some kind of flash mob, event, or drill.
The security guards included.
In the sudden silence, the security guard who had turned around in confusion froze as well, until everyone noticed the pale-faced female teller behind Ji Jue, along with the heavy shoulder bag in her hands... She could no longer hold it steady. It fell to the floor with a clang.
Two grenades rolled out, tumbling across the floor.
They clinked and clattered.
At last, jolting everyone out of their stunned stupor.
The guard at the entrance reacted at that instant and instinctively reached for the small of his back. Then, with a bang!
He was sent flying backward, slammed into the window, and slowly slid down, his chest bloody and mangled.
"Don't be afraid. Salt rounds—they won't kill anyone... probably."
Ji Jue nodded to the customers in the hall and sincerely advised them, "The money belongs to the Governor, but your lives are your own. Learn from this. Don't be like him, okay?"
At that moment, shrill screams and chaotic footsteps finally sounded,