Chapter 496: Only My Way Chapter 496: Central Bank (3)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Several burly men jumped down from the SUV, wearing jackets stretched tight, oversized sports shirts, jeans about to burst, stained khaki pants, and old cowboy-style gun holsters...

The exposed gun holsters made Chen Yi blink, and he felt this Fan Wenbo fellow really had some background.

In this day and age, desperadoes built like oxen are a dime a dozen, but desperadoes built like oxen who have both skill and equipment are few and far between. No wonder Fan Wenbo dared chase him all the way to the remote Jiangtan, and in high spirits at that — Chen Yi clicked his tongue and said: "This isn't your first time doing this kind of thing, is it?"

"As long as you nod your head and sign a document, I won't have to do it again." Fan Wenbo tossed out a file, with a black folder and a black signing pen, prepared quite thoroughly.

Chen Yi let the file fall to the ground, wearing a completely fearless expression.

"Young man, sleeping on the floor relies entirely on firepower. A word of advice: you only have one life; once it's gone, it's gone." Fan Wenbo spoke casually, but his beady eyes alertly observed the surroundings, and his body didn't leave the car. He felt Chen Yi's calm and composed expression didn't look faked.

To a certain extent, Fan Wenbo was even more nervous. This was on the Chen Family's turf, on the Jiangtan less than 10 kilometers from the Chen Family... Whether the time-difference tactic failed, or Chen Yi died or went missing, the consequences would be like thunder.

The danger made Fan Wenbo secrete adrenaline in an addictive way, trembling with pleasure like a drug addict. He was a man who dared take risks; if he hadn't risked heaven-shaking danger every time, Fan Wenbo wouldn't have his current status, power, and money.

"Force him to sign." Under Chen Yi's curious gaze, Fan Wenbo didn't want to wait any longer.

The man in khaki pants gripped an axe in his left hand, picked up the file with a ferocious face, and said in a coarse voice: "Sign."

His other hand reached for Chen Yi's neck, intending to control him.

Chen Yi sighed, then thought, in a standoff phase, perhaps violence really is a solution.

He released a small-range "Pressure Strike," causing the khaki-pants man's outstretched hand to be unable to come down.

At the same time, Chen Yi murmured: "An unusual death situation — would that remind you people?"

"Remind us of what?"

"Remind you how troublesome 2000 tons of gold is?" Chen Yi raised his middle finger, wrapped it in a Divine Art Exemption, then continuously slammed it with Divine Power to heat it up.

The heat gathered at a single point, undetectable to the outside world, but the central temperature could keep rising.

He prepared to raise the temperature to 6000 degrees — that is, above the so-called extreme temperature — only then could he create a bizarre case to warn the people behind Fan Wenbo.

Chen Yi's expression was extremely serious; controlling the temperature of a single point without affecting the surrounding temperature was no ordinary difficulty.

"Hurry up." Fan Wenbo ordered anxiously.

The sports-shirt youth holding a gun at the rear of the car spat saliva and laughed loudly: "Brother B, can you do it or not?"

"Big" is an elegant nickname, proving his superhuman strength. But under the effect of Divine Art, the power burst forth by the flesh was long since insufficient.

Chen Yi snatched the file with a backhand, and in the dimness extended a finger like a light sword, lightly slicing through the space ahead.

Vaporized smoke instantly spread; the khaki-pants man instantly lost half his body.

The sun's surface temperature is also 6000 degrees high heat; even if released for just an instant, it was like being exposed on the surface of the sun.

All kinds of clothing ignited and burned in less than 1 second.

This reminded Chen Yi of the Fireball Scroll; compared to Divine Power, this low-grade junk had almost no value, but the common name of magic elements seemed to make it easier for people to find it strange.

Sometimes, strangeness is pretty good too.

Thinking this, he waved his finger again, releasing a large amount of heat.

Fan Wenbo had long been rendered speechless by the "Pressure Strike," and now he was like a pitiful test subject exposed under an atomic bomb...

Chen Yi regretfully fished out a Fireball Scroll, a little level-3 or level-4 toy, and casually tossed it onto the SUV.

The already riddled off-road vehicle could bear it no longer and whoosh — burst into flames, as if hit by an incendiary bomb.

There were some terrified cries above the Jiangtan. Chen Yi made a brief inspection, then quietly left before the police arrived, leaving behind a desolate battlefield scene. The ground was covered with melted crystal sand, vaporized human bodies, and burning steel — all popular elements from sci-fi movies.

The real world remained calm as ever.

Fan Wenbo's disappearance was like a dream, as if it hadn't attracted the attention of a single formal institution. No one came to ask questions, no one intercepted or interfered...

Gao Qiu, on the other hand, was restless. After the formal meeting of the West River Association ended, he found Chen Yi and said: "Fan Wenbo hasn't shown up for three days. I don't think he's the type to back down easily. Maybe there's some big move?"

"He left." Chen Yi closed the office door flatly.

"Left Jiangning? Investigation over?" Gao Qiu found it inconceivable. The divergence between Jiangning Bank and the Central Bank obviously couldn't be resolved in a few moves.

Chen Yi answered: "Not over."

"Not over? Then where did he go to audit the accounts?"

Chen Yi pointed upward.

"Xijing?" Gao Qiu began recalling the various ledger issues he had submitted...

Chen Yi continued shaking his head.

Gao Qiu was always a clever person. He quickly realized that "above" didn't mean above the Earth.

"Fan Wenbo is dead?" The moment he asked this, Gao Qiu wanted to slap himself. Guessing is one thing, but why did he have to know for sure?

Chen Yi shrugged and smiled: "Probably in the next day or two, there'll be news."

Gao Qiu lowered his head and said disappointedly: "Thinking about it now, gold has a downside — there's nowhere to hide it. Thousands of tons. Should we just load it on ships and ship it out?"

He obviously wasn't optimistic about Chen Yi's struggle against Xijing.

From a political perspective, the two are completely incomparable.

But Chen Yi revealed a sarcastic smile and said: "As long as the gold is placed in Jiangning, it couldn't be safer. Go do your business. If Xijing sends people, big or small, notify me first."

"Yes." Gao Qiu didn't understand the source of Chen Yi's confidence and left with his head lowered.

Chen Yi continued planning the religious ceremony. This time he prepared to hold a Buddhist grand assembly facing Southeast Asia, to utilize the hundreds of millions of population in this region.

He didn't have to wait long. Before the market closed on Friday, the newly dispatched team arrived in Jiangning.

Unlike Fan Wenbo's silent arrival, this team stationed at Jiangning Bank entered with great fanfare, and they were all formal officials of the banking system. Except for a few young miscellaneous workers, they were all Division Level and Bureau Level cadres. The leader, an old fellow, was the only non-formal official, but he was the former Deputy Bank President of Jiangning Bank. Already retired, he looked radiant, holding a big red book stamped by multiple departments, gazing at the Jiangning Head Office building, sighing with emotion, quite enjoying the pleasure of Hu Hanshan returning to his hometown.

"Go get Bank President Gao. Just say an old friend, Old Tang, is back." The former Deputy Bank President couldn't help showing off proudly. Think about when he stepped down — who could have imagined that one day, a 60-year-old old man would still have the day of returning home in glory.

A bank OL wearing transparent black silk walked out of the elevator.

Bank Tang Xingzhang's eyes immediately glazed over, and he said somewhat nostalgically: "The year I left, Jiangning wasn't yet popular with this kind of attire. Young people these days..."

While he was admiring her, the bank OL arrived before him: "Mr. Tang, Bank President Gao invites you to the reception room to rest; he'll be here shortly."

"I'm your former bank president. No need to be so distant. What's your name?"

"Xiao Lu."

"Fine, Xiao Lu. I want you to take us to the City Treasury right now for an inspection. We have documents from above; no need to trouble Bank President Gao."

Xiao Lu had already received the order and said with a smile: "Still, please rest for a while."

"No need," Bank Tang Xingzhang said grandly: "If you won't lead the way, I'll go myself."

He had worked at the bank for so long that the City Treasury was the place he went most often.

"You take over the departments according to plan," Bank Tang Xingzhang said, turning his head, and with three or four subordinates, he marched mightily toward the elevator. Those accompanying him were clearly armed, and their fierce appearance did not look like bank staff.

Before the City Treasury gate, two Inspection Team Members blocked Bank Tang Xingzhang and the others.

They didn't care about any documents or certificates; a single word—"No"—left one unable to get angry.

Even fierce non-bank staff could not plunder and seize by force at this time.

"Ordered by Mr. Chen? Chen Yi?" Bank Tang Xingzhang stepped forward, trying to draw out information.

"Stay here." One Inspection Team Member pressed his headphones, listening to instructions from the Martial Arts Hall Command Center. The greatest benefit of Chen Heng joining was formalization, especially today as the number of Martial Arts Hall members increased daily. Formalized management, though somewhat rigid, could protect overall interests to the maximum extent.

A stout man in a suit pulled out a certificate, waved it, and said: "We're taking over here. You leave."

"No."

"Don't bring trouble on yourself."

"You're bringing trouble on yourself." The City Treasury's Inspection Team Members had long since been replaced by core members trained in Body Technique Level 9 of the Outer Hall. Whether in Body Technique Training or West Continent experience, their will was firm and their execution decisive.

Soldiers who had once participated in the Xijiang Defense Battle and mowed down natives—how could they fear such a small threat?

Whether Bank Tang Xingzhang or his subordinates, trying to talk the Inspection Team Members around with words simply wouldn't work.

Not long after, Chen Yi arrived at the Jiangning Head Office.

Bank Tang Xingzhang helplessly returned to the Hall and asked angrily: "Where's Gao Qiu?"

"He's not suitable to meet you." Chen Yi blocked him.

"We have a mission, Mr. Chen—whether Gao Qiu comes or not, we're taking over Jiangning Bank." Bank Tang Xingzhang shouted Chen Yi's name with disdain. He felt like a Central official wielding the Imperial Sword, facing local powers, almost holding power over life and death.

Chen Yi could understand his mood and smiled indifferently: "I'm afraid you can't."

"Hmm?"

"Please stay at a hotel for a period of time; the expenses will be paid by us."

"You want to place us under house arrest?"

"I'm afraid so." Chen Yi shrugged.

Bank Tang Xingzhang said incredulously: "Are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing? This is regional separatism; you're a warlord!"

"Sorry, I don't plan to make any big moves. But whoever reaches out a claw, I'll cut off the claw. Basically, that's the idea." Chen Yi waved his hand, and Inspection Team Members naturally took them away.

Within the Light Curtain's range, Jiangning had five Divine Art Knights, nothing to worry about. Gold was precisely placed in Jiangning, which was the safest.

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