He looked out the car window and rubbed his eyes.
There seemed to be someone standing on the streetlamp, but when he looked closely, the person had vanished, as though it had only been an illusion.
No, this was a nightmare.
He felt fear deep in his heart toward that clown with the filthy mouth.
He did not even have the desire for revenge.
He cursed, cursing that hideous mask, cursing the company that made it, and cursing the mask's designer, the artists at Overkill Software Studio—but he alone did not curse the clown himself.
This was a sign of fear.
That person had become the deepest nightmare in his heart. Whenever he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the clown's figure.
Too terrifying.
Fu Hua stood atop a streetlamp, moving back and forth like a flickering shadow.
She did not say a word.
The convoy stopped in front of a building. This was probably their destination. Though it looked unremarkable, this was the Royal Bank, with the most stringent security system. Walter could stroll right in, but they could not.
They needed to come up with a foolproof plan.
She turned around and discovered that Zhao Bai was muttering to himself again, conversing with someone else.
"I want to enter the bank."
Zhao Bai said.
Once she confirmed which bank it was, Bronya let out a sigh of relief.
"It's fine. Just go in. Bronya is here."
Zhao Bai relied entirely on a rich little girl to get in and out of high-end places. Why was I getting more jealous the more I wrote?
Otto's Laughter (2/4)
"Bronya, did what we did yesterday affect our money?"
"..."
"You've really got the nerve to ask that..."
Zhao Bai felt that Bronya was covering her face. People