Philip Wilson faltered, and the momentum he was charging towards Old Ye dwindled, and he stood still three feet from Old Ye.
"What is going on here?" A voice disrupted the suffocating atmosphere.
Old Ye craned his head in the direction of the voice came from and saw a refined man with bank security standing behind him.
Philip Wilson jumped back in fright and then hurried over to the man like he had seen his saviour, saying, "Manager Lu, this thief stole my uncle's black card; you have to call the police and arrest him; also confiscate the black card and give it to me, so I can return it to my uncle."
Manager Lu frowned and then looked at Old Ye. When he saw the fake suit Old Ye was putting on, he automatically believed the words of Philip Wilson.
"Sir Philip, as a bank, we don't tolerate criminals; we will naturally follow the instructions to the letter; you don't have to worry," Manager Lu responded.
Philip Wilson grinned with satisfaction. He couldn't wait to get his hands on the black card; he didn't have any intention of giving it back to his uncle.
"Young man, how did you get the black card? This is a dark gold card that is only issued to our confidential customers, and it can only be obtained by dignitaries, and the one you are holding belongs to Mr. Wilson Zach. Are you aware theft is a criminal offence?" Although Manager Lu was asking questions, he didn't have the intention of allowing Old Ye to defend himself or even clear himself from the accusation.
Old Ye frowned at his face; he didn't expect the unimpressive old man, whom he gave his pill on the road to hand over such a hot potato in his hands.
"Hand over the card, and hand yourself over to the police," Manager Lu added. Without waiting for Old Ye to say a word, he gestured to the security guard behind him to go forward and take the black card from his hands.
Old Ye put the bank card back into his pocket and stood there looking at them with an expressionless face.
"Hand over the bank card," the security man demanded haughtily, stretching his hand to search for Old Ye.
Old Ye thrust his hand forward and grasped the security guard's neck, raising his feet off the floor.
The security guard's eyes bulged and his mouth opened, grabbing Old Ye's arms and struggling while kicking his legs.
"With the likes of you, you want to snatch my treasure; you don't know what is good for all of you," Old Ye snorted coldly.
His mind flashed when he was fighting over a million cultivators in the immortal world to claim divine spirit medicine.
Manager Lu and Philip Wilson were scared silly when they saw that Old Ye was going to strangle a bank security guard in the banking hall.
"Lunatic! Lunatic!" Philip Wilson shouted repeatedly, his back drenched in cold sweats and his legs trembling when he remembered he would have been the one strangled instead of the bank security man.
"Cough!" The security man started coughing profusely the moment Old Ye let go of him.
Sweeping a warning gaze at everyone present, Old Ye snorted coldly, "Instead of accusing people falsely, why don't you make inquiries before opening your mouth and start spouting nonsense? Check the balance for me on this card."
Old Ye tossed the bank card at the customer service agent.
When Manager Lu and Philip Wilson calmed down, Manager Lu said in a deep voice, "Young man, if I find out that you stole the bank card..." He stopped at that; the meaning was clear; he was threatening Old Ye about the consequences.
"Ten million dollars," the customer service agent announced loudly. His voice was shaking, not because he had not seen someone who had more than that, but because he was very scared of Old Ye.
Even the security man Old Ye had almost strangled crawled away on all fours from him in fear.
Philip Wilson shut his mouth sensibly; he didn't wish to be in the shoes of the security guard, who was almost strangled to death.
Manager Lu ended the call that he was making and then looked at Old Ye in surprise.
"Hand over the bank card," Old Ye said coolly, and the customer care agent did as he instructed.
After finding out the black card belonged to Old Ye, Manager Lu's face broke into a flattering smile. Regaining his elegance, he stepped forward and said apologetically, "Hello, Mr. Ye, we are sorry for 'causing you a deal of trouble. You are one of our special customers. How about we go into my office, and I will apologise properly and also give you an explanation?"
"Not interested" Old Ye retorted expressionlessly and strode away.
How can manager Lu, who has worked as a banker for years and obtained the position of a manager, be easily pushed away; he has become thick-skinned over the years when it comes to handling difficult customers.
Rushing forward, he walked beside Old Ye and continued to persuade: "Mr. Ye, although we did something impolite, we are ready to sponsor your holiday vacation with your family and you and also sponsor your flights throughout the year. I hope this could show our sincerity."
Old Ye retorted with two words: "Not interested."
And left the banking hall through the mechanical door. Manager Lu sighed; he didn't expect he was going to wrong the young man, Old Wilson, because of his carelessness.
Old Ye didn't take what happened in the banking hall seriously; he was still pondering the worth of ten million dollars.
Taking his bicycle from where he kept it before going inside the banking hall, he walked to the security post and asked, "Is ten million dollars a lot of money?"
In the immortal world, he didn't use paper currency; what they use is spirit stones. Old Ye didn't lack any of that, and he didn't even need it, so he couldn't gouge the worth of ten million dollars.
"Have you been drinking?" the security man reposted with a question.
It can't be helped because if he saved all his monthly salaries for his entire life, he wouldn't sum up to ten million dollars.