Chapter 112 A pair of cold, calculating eyes lurked in the shadows.
Wang Yun, mixed in about a dozen individuals, walked outdoors. He scanned the surroundings before heading straight to a café.
Only five minutes had passed since Hu Sanqing and the others had gone into the bank. Wang Yun had also subtly changed his appearance. He had shed his coat and altered his pants and shoes. For a powerful magician or a master of disguise, such rapid costume changes were effortless.
“I’ll have a cappuccino,” he requested, approaching the café counter.
He then chose a corner seat, smiling, and set up his laptop. The screen showed three bank employees, robotically transferring stacks of cash into an unused storage room. This was all part of Wang Yun’s intricate scheme. Knowing that moving the money today would be exceedingly difficult, he decided to stage a temporary transfer, planning to retrieve it the next day.
It was a strategy nobody would expect.
“Get the press release ready. We need to effectively publicize Nancheng Bank this time,” came a voice nearby.
“Absolutely, Chairman. Wang Yun seems to have underestimated the sophistication of modern banks. His overconfidence, even arrogance, will be his downfall. He might snatch a few million from the exterior, but accessing our vault is impossible. Our bank is set to make waves once more,” another voice chimed in.
At that moment, Wang Yun’s exceptional hearing picked up this faint conversation. Hearing these words, he paused, slightly taken aback.
His gaze shifted, revealing a sly expression. Was that not the Chairman of Nancheng Bank?