C254 Successor of the Bank

"Exactly!" Mr. Ye, who was at the side, quickly followed up.

His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were in disarray. Two of the buttons on his shirt had been torn off, and his tie had long since been askew.

He raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, and then frowned. He sucked in a breath of cold air and shouted in a flustered manner.

"It's fine if you just randomly catch people