"Dadada—"

A burst of bullets swept across the floor of the bank hall. The mirror-like smooth floor left a long bullet hole, and debris from broken stones and tiles splattered everywhere. The fragments of the shattered crystal chandelier fell like sparkling raindrops.

The crowd screamed and instinctively covered their heads. A group of masked burly men arrogantly walked into the bank hall through the main entrance. The teller sitting by the door collapsed on the ground, his face pale with fear.

The leader of the burly men walked out, holding a rifle in his hand. Although his face was covered, his tall and muscular figure under the coat couldn't be concealed. His athletic attire couldn't hide the curves of his muscles, which appeared even more terrifying under the reflection of the three-pointed headgear.