"Your client's name, and why he was unable to attend—why did he need two masked clowns to make such an important decision?"
"Blonja."
It was a heavy name.
There was no reason.
An even more suffocating silence descended over the scene. Everyone was thinking—even Kiana was thinking.
Blonja?
Bronya's game ID seemed to be Metal Gear... something?
She had forgotten.
A name alone was, of course, not enough.
It still needed verification.
Following Bronya's instructions, Zhao Bai took the nine-button keypad handed over by the staff member and smoothly entered the account number and password. Without even glancing at it, he handed it over.
He did not look, mainly to protect his wife's privacy—and because he was even more afraid of being scared to death.
Zhao Bai heard the sound of teacups falling to the floor.
There were probably quite a few.
Bronya had stored more than just money here.
There were also gold reserves.
Stored in the deepest part of the bank, Zhao Bai rode the elevator, inspecting Bronya's gold reserves as if reviewing troops.
It was easy and pleasant; no schemes were needed.
But halfway there, the staff member leading the way suddenly stopped.
He collapsed to the ground.
The professor collapsed as well. As an ordinary person, he could not withstand the effects of hypnotic gas.
Kiana looked around and asked curiously, "Why are they all asleep?"
"I hate this about Anti-Entropy."
Shaking his head, Zhao Bai continued forward. "As long as there's even the slightest possibility, they'll never take the normal route. What the hell is with hypnotic gas? It's always this kind of underhanded crap."
"Kiana, it's already empty outside. You can carry the doctor and run out."
"Why?"
"He's right. Do as he says, Kiana."
Though Kiana was full of doubts, after hearing