Back at the bank.
The glass above the counters had all been blasted apart.
Almost all the employees had been killed. Only the manager and the female teller remained, kneeling on the floor and trembling.
These employees were all pro-Kou Island sympathizers carefully selected by the San Mu Group. Otherwise, the San Mu Group would never have let them work at an institution as important as a bank.
Old Ninth swaggered up to the manager with the Shotgun over his shoulder.
"Talk. Where's the vault? Can you open it?"
Little White Tiger grabbed the manager by the hair and demanded harshly.
"Th-the vault... there's no money. We were just robbed."
The manager stubbornly refused to budge. "I'm a manager for the San Mu Group. My duty is to protect the San Mu Group's interests. Go ahead and kill me. My life belongs to Mr. San Mu. I'm willing to die for the San Mu Group."
Old Ninth gave him a thumbs-up. "Nobody embraces the enemy like a father quite like you."
Little White Tiger couldn't be bothered to waste words. He walked aside and picked up a piece of bulletproof glass from the floor.
"I'm warning you. The San Mu Group rules Chun Prefecture. He'll definitely avenge me. Even if I die, my family will receive substantial compensation. I'm not afraid."
The manager mustered his courage and threatened them. Working for the San Mu Group was his greatest pride.
He believed that even if he died, the group would treat his family well.
But he had forgotten one thing.
These Little Lei Zis in front of him weren't normal people at all.
Old Ninth nodded in wholehearted agreement. "Nice. Come on, take his picture and find out where his family lives. We'll send them all to join him later."
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