Bank Meets Bank Again

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell across the head of the bed.

As the alarm rang, Bai Ye's half-closed eyes snapped open. He reached out with his right hand and turned it off.

After several hours of effort last night, he had successfully raised his constitution to 1.5. This also meant that all of his Three-Dimensional Attributes had broken past the limits of the human body.

Bai Ye's base stats were now as follows:

Name: Bai Ye

Lifespan: 18/200

Strength: 1.5+0.2

Constitution: 1.5+

Spirit: 1.5+

Charm: 1.4+

Unused Attribute Points: 0.3

Once his constitution had reached 1.5, his lifespan had successfully extended beyond two hundred years. Add a few more years, and he could live through another entire history of the United States.

As for the other effects of his constitution, Bai Ye discovered that after finishing his workouts, the description of long-term damage caused by exercising a certain number of times had completely vanished from the information panel. All that remained was the note that exercising a certain number of times could raise physical fitness by 0.1.

After getting up and lightly stretching his body, Bai Ye washed up, opened the refrigerator, took out some food, and slowly chewed. Today, he still needed to go out and deal with that dirty money.

As for the Osborn Corporation visit arranged by the school? He could just skip class.

Study? Study my ass!

As his physical fitness continued to improve, Bai Ye began to realize that he cared less and less about things other than power. Or rather, he had become better at distinguishing priorities. Before absolute violence, everything else had to give way.

"Huh." Bai Ye suddenly made a soft sound as he ate, then curiously touched his stomach. A feeling of fullness was rising from his abdomen.

"Why is my appetite smaller today?" Bai Ye looked at the unfinished food in his hand in confusion.

Over the past few days, due to the excessive strain of his daily training and the increase in his constitution, his appetite had grown larger by the day. He often felt hungry, and since he had no intention of depriving himself, his daily food expenses had become enormous.

Yet at this moment, he realized that his appetite was only half of what it had been yesterday morning.

Is it because my constitution improved? Is my enhanced stomach making better use of food? Bai Ye could only guess.

He casually finished the half-eaten food in front of him, put the rest back into the refrigerator, and prepared to head out.

Meanwhile, at nine in the morning, Midtown High School's students boarded the school bus one after another before the scheduled time.

"Where's Bai Ye? He didn't come again?" Teacher James looked over the students on the bus. Sure enough, he did not see that conspicuous figure among the crowd. He turned his gaze toward Peter.

Peter Parker helplessly shook his head, indicating that he did not know either.

James asked again and confirmed that Bai Ye truly had not come. Filled with helplessness toward this student who had given up on himself, he said to the students on the bus, "Everyone, sit tight. We're heading to Osborn Company."

After signaling the driver, the school bus slowly started moving toward its destination.

While the bus headed toward Osborn, Bai Ye had already arrived at the pile of rocks where he had hidden the money. He easily moved aside the half-ton stone covering the cave, revealing the gold, silver, and banknotes piled within.

He opened the suitcase he had brought. Since he had plenty of time, Bai Ye picked through the contents and ultimately took only some cash and gold before moving the stone back into place.

After putting the cash into the suitcase, Bai Ye held the gold in his hands and suddenly exerted force with both hands.

Under his tremendous strength, several gold bars bearing bank markings gradually deformed beneath Bai Ye's kneading, eventually becoming a large, irregular ball.

He stuffed the gold ball into the suitcase full of cash, picked it up, and headed for Lansheer Bank in New York.

He had chosen this bank because anyone who had spent enough time navigating New York's underworld and legitimate circles knew that it was operated behind the scenes by the Mutant Brotherhood. It was practically Marvel's version of the Continental Hotel.

If you deposited money here, no one would investigate where it came from. As long as you deposited it and paid a fifteen percent processing fee, they would notify you within a short time that you had legally acquired the remaining eighty-five percent through methods such as winning the lottery or gambling.

As for the dirty money deposited in the bank, it would naturally disappear from the account after some time.

For years, the government had turned a blind eye to this bank out of fear of the Mutant Brotherhood's terrifying strength. As long as it did not go too far, no trouble would come looking for it.

Bai Ye entered the bank carrying his suitcase, his expression calm. Seeing customers at all three service windows, he silently chose the one with the fewest people and waited.

A few minutes later, it was finally Bai Ye's turn. He carried the suitcase forward, placed it on the counter, and quietly told the customer service representative, "Open an anonymous account. For laundering."

The representative was first drawn in by Bai Ye's appearance, then immediately showed an understanding smile. "Please leave the number of any bank card. Within one to three business days, the remaining money will be transferred to that card."

Bai Ye nodded and was about to take out a bank card from his pocket when his sharp hearing caught the hurried footsteps of a large group of people rushing in from outside. Then...

"Bank robbery! Everyone get down and don't move, or don't blame my gun if it goes off!" A boorish voice rang through the hall.

Unlike the others, who were frightened, Bai Ye was completely stunned. Didn't this guy know where he was? What kind of powerhouse was he, a Saiyan or Superman, daring to rob this place? And wasn't this already the second bank robbery Bai Ye had encountered in New York?

Looking utterly bewildered, Bai Ye asked the customer service representative in front of him, "Is this... a drill by your bank?"

Seeing the young woman's terrified, pale face, Bai Ye knew that he had probably run into some clueless fool.

"What are you standing around for? Hurry up, put your hands on your head and get down! What's in this suitcase? Open it now!" The robber pressed the submachine gun in his hand against Bai Ye's back, his tone incomparably arrogant.

Bai Ye glanced at the surveillance cameras around the bank. They had clearly recorded his entire entrance, so he could only abandon the idea of directly killing these people. He obediently put his hands on his head and stepped aside, allowing the robber to open the suitcase.

At the sight of the suitcase full of cash and a gold ball larger than an egg, the robber's eyes nearly popped out. He immediately shouted, "Boss, come take a look! This kid's loaded!"

Bai Ye rolled his eyes. He did not feel the slightest fear at being held hostage. He obediently walked away from the customer service counter and stayed with the others, trying his best to keep a low profile.