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Su Hang ignored the lobby manager's expulsion with an expressionless face and took a seat at the service desk.
The lobby manager gave a cold smile and stepped aside, knowing that a good show was bound to unfold next.
An ordinary person daring to squeeze in front of a true master was simply asking for discomfort.
"Ignorant fool, the presence of a true master is not where you should be seated," said a grey-clad young man of Grandmaster level as he stepped out from behind the Vajra Grandmaster and reached for Su Hang's shoulder.
The corner of the lobby manager's mouth twitched up, knowing that in the next moment, Su Hang would be grabbed and thrown out of the bank.
However, the scene he had imagined did not happen. The moment the grey-clad youth of Vajra Sect grabbed Su Hang's shoulder, he was struck by blood-red lightning, lying on the ground, emitting black smoke, frothing at the mouth, and trembling all over.
"Interesting!" Vajra Grandmaster sneered with disdain.
