While the man with the buzz cut was lecturing someone while holding a gun, several of his accomplices rushed to the bank counter, smashed the bank window with a hammer, and forced the bank employees at gunpoint to put money into designated bags.

"Hurry up, what the hell are you dawdling about!" one of the robbers yelled impatiently at a middle-aged bank clerk. "If you keep dawdling, I'll shoot you dead!"

"Yes...yes..." The man was not very brave. He was frightened by the robber, and his hands trembled. With a 'thud,' a stack of banknotes fell to the ground and scattered all over the place.

"Fuck your mother! Are you trying to stall for time on purpose?" The robber glared and fired a shot, hitting the man's arm. The man screamed and clutched his arm, blood seeping through his fingers and down his white shirt.

But he immediately and quickly started stuffing the money into his pocket. Although his face was turning pale, he didn't dare to dawdle. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain and fear. He was terrified that the next shot wouldn't hit his arm, but his chest.

At this moment, almost everyone in the bank, whether employees or customers, covered their mouths in shock, trembling with fear, afraid that making a sound would anger these brutal criminals, and dared not make the slightest move.

The robber was clearly very satisfied with the effect of making an example of someone, and smugly surveyed everything in the bank.

A strong smell of blood filled the air, and Mu Xiangru felt nauseous and vomited instinctively.

Looking at the person squatting next to her, vomiting, Mo Jing suddenly felt like the heavens were against her. Why did he have to vomit in such an emergency? Wasn't he just asking for death?

As expected, Mu Xiangru's vomiting attracted the attention of several robbers, one of whom approached them step by step with a gun in hand.

As the robbers approached, Mo Jing's heart pounded, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She could even hear her own rapid breathing. To die like this would be too cruel of fate. Actually, she wasn't afraid of death; for someone who had already faced death, what was there to fear?

But she had only just been reborn, and her grand scheme of revenge had only just begun! She was simply somewhat unwilling.

Just then, the sound of police sirens came from outside the bank, distracting the robbers.

Upon hearing the sirens, the bank customers relaxed, feeling safe with the police's arrival. For them, the amount of money lost from the bank was of little concern; what mattered most was leaving safely.

Only Mo Jing frowned deeply. In this situation, the arrival of the police would only make things worse. These robbers couldn't escape and were bound to do something rash. If they took a few more hostages, things would be even worse.

Now, all Mo Jing can do is hope that she won't be so unlucky as to become the hostage who takes the bullet.

Call her selfish if you want, but she will never be that foolishly good person again in this life.

"Listen up, bank robbers! You are now surrounded! Put down your weapons immediately and surrender for leniency. That is your only way out. Otherwise, you will die!" A loudspeaker announced from outside the bank.