Chapter 3

"Rui'an is a world-renowned city, not for its scenery or cuisine, but for its highly developed banking sector.

As for the Bank of Ryan, named after this city, it stands out as a leader in the industry. Its principle is simple: as long as you have funds deposited, they will safeguard them regardless of their source. To this end, the bank has even established its own dedicated team. Rumors suggest that many national leaders maintain accounts with the institution, highlighting its substantial scale.

Alan Yegel arrived in front of Ryan Bank, rubbed his temples, and saw several well-dressed local white people staring at him with peculiar expressions while whispering among themselves.

""Oh my God, what kind of fabric is this person wearing? I've never seen anything like it before...""

""Of course you've never seen anything like that, Brans—clothes like these are only worn by those stinking shoemakers! But judging by his appearance, he's Chinese; I saw the characters on them in a magazine—they're Chinese characters.""

""Oh, thank you for your guidance, Miss雷斯. But what was he doing standing in front of Ryan Bank? Could it be that this shoemaker from China still wants to deposit money there?""

""Hahaha, how could that be! My God—banks simply won't accept deposits under $100 million at Ryan Bank!! Miss Rice, I think this shoemaker is just trying to take a photo here.""

The man smiled and quipped, then approached Alan Yager as if to prove his hypothesis to his two companions, giving him an elegant smile.

Mr. [Name], would you like to take a photo here? May I assist you with that?

Alan Yegel frowned but ignored him.

""Ha ha, Dent... It seems this shoemaker doesn't understand English at all.""

The other two people immediately laughed upon seeing this.

""That seems to be the case,"" said the man before Alan Yager, shrugging helplessly before giving him a radiant smile. ""Hello, Yellow Monkey.""

Bang!!

But as soon as he finished speaking, Alan Yager slapped him across the face, instantly blinding him.

""White-skinned pig.""

With a cold remark, Alan Yegel walked toward the entrance of Ryan Bank.

After having been reborn through so many lifetimes, is there still a language in this world that he doesn't understand?

""You!! How dare you hit someone?!""

The beaten white man froze for a moment, watching Alan Yager's retreating figure, then flew into a rage and was about to charge forward when his companions stopped him.

Dent, calm down! This is Ryan Bank – we can't act recklessly!!

The first white person to make a joke quickly corrected him. Only then did Dent realize what was happening; seeing the armed security guards at the entrance, he felt a wave of fear.

“ Na ……”

Don't worry—he'll get beaten up right away. Just wait until then and take revenge when he's out there!

The only woman spoke up, and the three of them glared fiercely at Alan Yeger's figure, waiting for him to be stopped and thrown out.

Mr./Ms., please show your identification. You cannot enter without it.

Two security guards armed with guns intercepted Alan Yager.

Alan Yegel nodded at the two security guards and then took out a card from his pocket—one he had identified by memory.

Damn it... Is he really a member of Ryan Bank?!

As the three members of Denter watched Alan Yeger pull out the card, their faces immediately changed.

Sorry, this isn't our card. You cannot enter.

However, when the security guard saw it, he actually shook his head.

Are you sure? Otherwise, should we have your manager come and check it out?

Alan Yegel paused for a moment, frowned, and said he had no intention of leaving.

Sir, please leave immediately.

The security officer frowned and raised his gun.

""Ha ha, you cockroach! Do you really think you can get into Ryan Bank?""

""God, could it be that you brought the bathhouse cassette tape?""

""Hmph! I'll definitely beat your face into a mess later—I guarantee it!""

Seeing the security guard's reaction, the three immediately mocked him cheerfully.

What's going on?

At that moment, a Black employee at the bank noticed the situation and stepped forward. The security guard immediately extended a standard military salute to him and explained the entire incident in detail.

Mr., could you show me your card?

The black man frowned and said, ""Alan Yeger showed the card to him again."" The man took it, first appearing stunned before his eyes filled with shock; he examined it closely, touched it lightly, and then immediately bowed to Alan Yeger.

We sincerely apologize; these two individuals have only been at the bank for a few years and may have offended you. Please do not take it personally, dear esteemed member!

""No problem, may I go in?""

Alan Yegel waved his hand.

It's entirely up to your preference.

The black man spoke respectfully. Alan Yegel nodded and then entered, amidst the astonished expressions of the three Denter family members.

Huh.

As they watched Alan Yeger's figure recede into the distance, the black man finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he turned around and snapped at his subordinates, ""You damn lazy bastards! Didn't I tell you to check the bank's records? This card is a Premier Membership Card issued by the bank over a hundred years ago—reserved exclusively for the world's most elite individuals. Even leaders of major nations hold this card!""

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You bastard – you'd better run away. Otherwise, if you come back, I won't let you off!

Looking at the sofa that had been empty for over two days, Belice Klein said with a gritted smile, ""Without Alan Yegel at home, I couldn't have prepared such delicious meals.""

Dong dong dong!

Just as I was thinking about it, the door of my rental apartment was knocked on.

Bellese Klein hurried over to open the door and found Duff Klein standing outside.

""Ugh... it's stinky and completely ruined! Belissa Klein, do you really hide in this cockroach nest all the time?""

Duff Klein's face had already subsided from the swelling; he walked in grumbling and complained, then paced around a few times.

""That idiot hasn't come back yet?""

Duff Klein—he has a name.

Belleth Klein frowned and said, ""Regardless, at least for now—whether it's Alan Yager or his husband—as usual, she really doesn't like being called that by anyone in private.""

""Has a name? If it has a name, doesn't that mean it's not useless?""

“ you ……”

Alright, we'll deal with that useless guy when he comes back. Let's head out right away.

Duff Klein sneered, then cut off Belissa Klein as he stepped outside first; Belissa Klein gritted her teeth and followed him.

Hmm... When we arrive at the destination, use your body to bring me some benefits!!

Duff Klein glanced back at Beth Klein and recalled their recent phone call with Young Master Winston. The young man was thrilled to learn that Beth Klein—the foremost of Seattle's Four Great Beauties, a name he had heard countless times—was coming, and he immediately assured him the deal would definitely go through.

Not long after the two had left, Alan Yegel returned carrying a bag of items.

When he opened the door, he didn't see Bethel Klein. Alan Yegel was puzzled—at this hour, she wasn't at home. Where else could she be? Could it be at the office?

After some thought, Alan Yegel decided to visit the company—perhaps Bethel Klein was indeed there, apologizing and trying to please others.

After a while, Alan Yegel arrived at the company entrance and happened to see Duff Klein's parents descending the stairs. He frowned slightly, turned away, and stepped aside.

""Anthony, do you think Duff Klein's matter has been resolved, and could he become a potential successor within the company?""

The woman addressed Anthony Klein, the father of Duff Klein.

How could I know? Dad has more than one grandson, and others in other families are certainly eyeing this throne too.

""If that happens, wouldn't that mean Bethel Klein has received undeserved credit?""

We can't just do it without proper explanation either; at the very least, if this matter is successfully resolved, our son's status will be elevated significantly.

""Very well then. But on the other hand, Belissa Klein has indeed gained quite a few advantages: not only will she avoid having to leave her family behind, but she might even secure a prestigious position! Alberta Real Estate is backed by the Winston family; although it may not match the prestige of the former Klein family, at least it ranks among the top-tier second-rate families in Seattle, especially since Young Master Winston is the new rising star of the Winston clan! She must be overjoyed to finally get rid of that useless Alan Yager!""

""Hmph, just a withered flower—must be overthinking this.""

""What about those withered flowers and broken willows? Anthony, I've heard your eldest niece has remained chaste as ever—she hasn't been touched by anyone yet!""

""Would she really be willing to have sex with someone she doesn't know?""

You men really don't have a clear head—that's exactly her advantage!! Moreover, even if she refused, what could she do against Duff Klein being present on the Winston family's territory?

As they walked away from the company while talking, no one noticed the cold, detached figure standing behind them.

""Chuckles.""

Alan Yegel clenched his fist, producing a popping sound, then raised his head with eyes filled with a cold intensity; upon closer inspection, however, a blood-red hue could be seen deep within them.

""Are all of you out there... just looking for death?"""