It was already four o'clock when I arrived at the bank.

Because it was almost closing time for the bank, there weren't many people there to conduct business.

However, after changing her password, Mo Jing was greatly disappointed by the results of her inquiry; she only had tens of thousands of yuan in her bank account.

Tens of thousands of yuan might be a lot for ordinary people, but it meant nothing to Mo Jing, as it was far from the amount of funds she needed for her plan.

Yes, she overestimated the former Mo Jing.

Think about it: in her past life, Bai Sihang was the sole heir of the Bai family, and her bank account was overflowing with zeros. But Mo Jing was just a student back then, completely unable to participate in the family business. She received her allowance from Mo Xiangtian every month, so how could she possibly have any savings?

Suddenly, Mo Jing's right eyelid started twitching violently. She felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

When she saw a Hyundai minivan parked outside the bank, her heart skipped a beat...

He wanted to rush out the door, but in his haste, he accidentally bumped into a woman who looked to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old.

Looking at the girl who was rushing around in a panic, bumping into her but still not caring and trying to leave, Mu Xiangru grabbed her and said angrily, "You bumped into someone and you didn't even apologize?"

Mo Jing, annoyed that her clothes had been grabbed, turned around and tried to pull them back: "Let go, let go now."

"Apologize first, and I'll let go." In Mu Xiangru's upbringing, bumping into someone was considered impolite, so an apology was necessary.

"I'm sorry, okay? Let go now." In her haste, Mo Jing blurted out the words "I'm sorry," but her casual and perfunctory attitude only made Mu Xiangru angrier.

"I'm telling you, you have to apologize to me properly today, or I won't let go." Mu Xiangru, her temper flaring, was not to be outdone.

It was too late, because Mo Jing had already seen several men in black trench coats push open the bank doors and walk in.

Mo Jing pulled Mu Xiangru's hand and moved to the side. Although she was very angry that this woman had ruined her chance to escape, the two of them were now standing in the middle of the bank and would easily become targets. She had no choice but to suppress her anger and pull the woman aside to hide.

"What are you doing..." Mu Xiangru was suddenly pulled aside by Mo Jing and forced to squat on the ground. Just as she was about to ask a question, Mo Jing covered her mouth, preventing her from making a sound.

"Bang!" A sharp gunshot rang out, and the once relatively orderly bank instantly descended into chaos, with screams echoing throughout.

A man wearing a black trench coat and with a buzz cut, wearing a mask and holding a black pistol, suddenly fired two shots at the ceiling.

"Don't move! Anyone who moves, I'll kill them!" A weathered and ruthless voice rang out.

Mo Jing glanced at Mu Xiangru, who was already terrified, made a 'shh' gesture to her, and then gently released her hand from Mu Xiangru's mouth.

"Everyone, put your hands on your heads and squat down where you are. If anyone dares to move, I'll shoot them!" The man with the buzz cut shouted, scanning the crowd with his pistol.

Everyone was in a panic, crouching down with their heads in their hands. Faced with guns, they had no choice but to obey, including Mo Jing.