Brooklyn, New State Bank.
Inside a luxurious office, Liu Ren watered a money tree, a broad smile plastered across his face.
Nothing brought more joy than being the president. After all, slaving away like a beast of burden was an employee's job.
Picking up the newly revised comic book, Liu Ren looked at the satisfying conclusion and couldn't help humming a tune. "Now that's how it should be! Why does the world need so much heartbreak? It's only because some bastards refuse to act human that things like that happen!"
Seeing Liu Ren's delighted expression, A Chao marveled that they could actually use such "methods" to protect young children in countless households. The boss truly was too kind-hearted!
Just then, the bank's general manager walked in. "Boss!"
"What is it, my dear Mr. Fred?"
Looking at his bank manager, Liu Ren treated him with exceptional warmth.
This fellow was not only a clever man, but also remarkably adept at balancing the books for Liu Ren and making everything look completely normal.
Of course, Liu Ren hadn't chosen him as bank manager because of outstanding talent, but because he was sensible!
After all, if he failed to be sensible, Liu Ren would make all fifteen members of his family physically disappear.
"The bank's current account has less than two million dollars in cash remaining. We need to figure something out, because we've already hit the warning threshold!" Fred explained with immense nervousness.
Hearing Fred's words, Liu Ren asked in surprise, "What happened? Didn't we have thirty million in deposits? How did it vanish so suddenly?"
"Boss! Did you forget that deal with Little John to acquire the steel conglomerate's stock?" Fred stared at Liu Ren in disbelief, stunned.
As Fred said this, Liu Ren froze. He really had forgotten.
It was his own bank anyway. What was the big deal about transferring a little cash to buy some stock? It wasn't anything serious.
Still, looking at it now, he had gone a bit overboard. The cash reserves were practically drained dry.
Looking at Liu Ren, A Chao also frowned deeply. "A bank needs massive amounts of cash on hand at all times. If a large transaction comes through and there's no money, it'll trigger a frantic bank run!"
Staring quietly at Fred and A Chao, Liu Ren understood the risks involved. He immediately said, "Don't worry. I'll take care of this within two days!"
Looking at Liu Ren with suspicion, A Chao was bewildered. "How are you going to fix it?"
"None of your business!"
Looking back at A Chao, Liu Ren flashed a meaningful grin that sent a shiver down one's spine.
***
When night fell, back at the manor, A Chao said to Liu Ren, "Look, all of Silver Rock Group's money has been poured into the production lines and factories right now. Where are you going to find tens of millions to make up the shortfall?"
"Haven't you ever heard the saying? When your neighbor hoards grain and you hoard guns, your neighbor's your granary! We're all in the banking business. Don't you think I know whose vaults are flush with cash?" Liu Ren explained with a wicked grin, eyeing A Chao.
Hearing Liu Ren say this, A Chao was even more shocked. "Are you out of your fucking mind? Robbing banks? Isn't that complete madness?"
"No, no, no, you've got it wrong. I'm not just robbing a bank. I'm robbing my own bank too!"
Grinning malevolently at A Chao, Liu Ren's gaze turned sinister.
Yet when A Chao heard this, he could hardly believe his ears. "What? I think you really have gone insane. You're robbing your own bank too?"
"If I took out insurance before the robbery, who would actually take the loss?" Liu Ren raised an eyebrow, staring smugly at A Chao.
Hearing this, A Chao hesitated for a long while before a wild thought sprang into his mind. "Burning down the granary!"
"Exactly! I'm transferring this thirty-million-dollar bad debt out! When the time comes, not only will I make a fortune, but I'll also have the other banks share the risk with me!"
Explaining his plan to A Chao, Liu Ren's eyes gleamed with cunning.
After all, if his bank was the only one robbed, it would definitely cause a reputational crisis. But if everyone suffered together, that would be an entirely different story.
When that time came, the competition wouldn't be over who had been robbed, but who was clever enough to use the "loss" to pocket the difference!
The reason Liu Ren hadn't founded his own insurance company was precisely because he knew he would get "robbed" sooner or later.
Of course, the culprit wouldn't be some outside brigand, but himself.
After all, burning down the granary meant double the joy!
***
Along a dim street, inside a secluded alleyway, vibrant green sprouts grew rampantly, transforming in an instant into burly Slavic men.
Seeing that their seal had been broken once more, the Orc Lads' first reaction was to roar furiously at Liu Ren.
This bastard had no sense of honor. Every time they finished a job, he hid them away again as "seeds"!
Seeing how angry the Orc Lads looked, Liu Ren spread his hands. "Fight?"
"Where?"
The moment the fuming Orc Lads heard that word, they became instantly ecstatic.
Pointing toward Citibank not far away, Liu Ren beamed a radiant smile.
"Waaagh!"
Pouncing forward in excitement, the Orc Lads charged in a frenzy.
Watching the Orc Lads instantly forget everything the moment combat was mentioned, Liu Ren shook his head. "Damn it, these things are seriously a handful!"
Considering how much trouble Orc Lads already were, if a War Boss or an Ork Warlord ever sprouted from the ground in the future, wouldn't he be completely helpless to do anything?
A War Boss was already capable of focusing a distinct psychic field, while an Ork Warlord was downright terrifying—fearless even when facing a Primarch head-on!
That inevitably brought to mind the Ork empire of Ullanor. Its leader had been a legendary Ork Warlord who went toe-to-toe with Horus without yielding, until the Emperor intervened in person to defeat him.
That was also why Horus had become Warmaster; after all, Ullanor had caused tremendous trouble for the Imperium during the Great Crusade.
Clutching submachine guns, the Orc Lads eagerly pulled the triggers, and a metal storm tore through everything in an instant.
Watching the Orc Lads screaming at the top of their lungs while tearing through the surrounding security guards, Liu Ren's mouth twitched.
He truly hadn't expected the Orc Lads could be this happy.
Stepping forward at a leisurely pace, Liu Ren walked into Citibank, a smile spreading across his face.
Tonight, he had plenty of targets. Not only his "teammate" Citibank, but he also had no intention of sparing the nearby Wells Fargo, JPMorgan Chase, or HSBC.
Since he was already here, hitting just one bank would never suffice. Back in the day, Ye Guohuan had held up five jewelry stores in a row with a rifle; Liu Ren could easily rob five banks in New York in a single night!
Of course, the last bank would certainly be much easier. It was his own, after all.
*Citibank: Are you a fucking traitor or what?*
*JPMorgan Chase: Weren't the vaults at Wells Fargo and HSBC enough for you?*
*Wells Fargo, HSBC: What rotten luck!*
"Come on, humies, ahahaha!"
Leaning out the car window, an Orc Lad sprayed bullets wildly at the pursuers behind them, shouting in pure delight.
Chasing behind them, the police officers huddled inside their cruisers, poking the muzzles of their guns out through the windows.
Both sides engaged in a running shootout through the streets, raising hell in "sheer joy" all night long.
However, right after "looting" his own bank, Liu Ren tossed all the jubilant Orc Lads back into Storage Space.
If the fighting went on any longer, the National Guard might even show up.
Looking at the vault door he had blown open with his own hands, Liu Ren clutched his forehead in anguish. "Since I bought insurance, the company should replace the vault door for me, right?"
*Insurance Company: ...Huh?*
Chapter 48