Mingfeng Bank 2

Su Yuan was wearing a professional gray suit, and the plastic name tag on her chest read: Salesperson No. 04.

"This damn business suit really needs to be changed."

White shirt, gray suit, pencil skirt, black stockings and high heels.

It's really tiring.

Look! It really is an uprooted willow tree! It's really not dead.

[This is a mission-based dungeon, not a simple role-playing dungeon. The danger level of this kind of dungeon is many times higher than that of a D-level dungeon! Just looking at the rules is not enough!]

[Wait a minute, wasn't Uprooting the Willow a newbie? How come he got a C rank in the fourth dungeon?!]

[It's a bank! A bank in a bizarre world. This is quite an eye-opener. In a C-rank dungeon like this, where everything seems legitimate, the survival rate is pretty high if players complete the mission properly.]

Su Yuan glanced at the distribution.

The person closest to her was a male player who looked like a recent college graduate, exuding a pure and kind aura.

Upon hearing the broadcast, he instinctively began to frighten himself and started flipping through the business documents.

He smiled politely when he saw Su Yuan looking at him.

The word "insurance" was written on the window above his head.

It seems that his job is to recommend suitable insurance services to clients. The types of insurance are very diverse, and it takes a lot of effort to memorize them.

The windows for the other four players were too far away to see clearly; only the deposit window for another female player could be barely seen.

As the broadcast ended, the sound of the roller shutter door opening rang out, and a group of strange customers began to pour in.

The once empty bank lobby instantly filled with long queues.

"Hey kid, where are you looking?" A strange humanoid figure with octopus tentacles impatiently knocked on the window.

The male player immediately snapped out of his daze, nearly dropping the insurance documents in his hand.

He swallowed hard. "What service do you need?"

The octopus grinned maliciously. "My pigs are always having difficult births. What kind of business do you think would suit me?"

The male player broke out in a cold sweat.

How strange, they even raise pigs?

[Haha, this player's expression is hilarious. Could they be a newbie too? Look at how real they are!]

Recently, the probability of new players being pulled into high-level dungeons has been increasing.

"Of course, the frequency of the red mist descending has increased..."

"Please wait a moment."

Su Yuan understood the strange request and calmly spoke up.

Slender fingers flew across the keyboard, but the search page displayed an error.

"Sorry, dear, your account information is incorrect. Please re-enter it." Su Yuan smiled professionally, revealing her perfect eight teeth.

The strange figure standing in front of the window was short and stout, covered in pustules, with green slime covering its grayish-white skin, looking disgusting and sticky.

He stretched out his thick, chubby fingers and typed it in again.

The button area was covered with a lot of green pus, sticky and smelly.

"I want one hundred ghost coins." He opened his mouth and repeated it again.

Su Yuan didn't reply directly, but instead said, "Wait a moment, dear."

She checked again, but the page still showed an error. She narrowed her eyes and said politely, "Hello, the account is still incorrect. Please try again."

"Given that many other customers still need to process their business, if you make more than three mistakes, we suggest you wait aside until you remember and try again later."

The system immediately called it a villain: "Does this weirdo think the host is stupid? It's so easy to fool people?"

The green pustules looked strange and the patient's complexion was unsightly.

He seemed to be thinking that the intern salesperson hadn't fallen for the scam and had readily agreed to process his request.

The intern salesperson last time agreed to handle it for him right away.

If the account is incorrect, it is impossible to withdraw money.

But the salesman had already agreed, so he had to take out one hundred ghost coins for him.

The salesperson either has to pay out of their own pocket, or the salesperson has to bite off one of their arms as a price for not complaining.

Just thinking about those intern salespeople's arms makes me want to eat them, hehehe~

Unfortunately, the intern salesperson didn't fall for it.

The strange creatures queuing behind Pustules strongly agreed with Su Yuan's approach and urged her on.

Pustular Ghost had no choice but to give up and re-enter the correct account number and password.

The account page shows a balance of 10 Ghost Coins.

Su Yuan looked surprised. "Dear, did you enter your account information? The account balance shows only 10 Ghost Coins, which is less than 100 Ghost Coins."

As soon as he finished speaking, some of the people in line gave him a strange look of disdain.

It seems they came to the bank to freeload.

"Are you still going to do it or not? If not, get out of the way."

"So he's a poor ghost. He has the nerve to come to the bank to withdraw money with only 10 ghost coins."

Pustules, utterly ashamed, glared fiercely at Su Yuan, "I'm not doing it!"

Su Yuan smiled and said, "Okay, the withdrawal is cancelled. A service fee of 10 Ghost Coins will be charged for this withdrawal. Take care~"

"What did you say?"

"I didn't withdraw any money, but I still have to pay 10 ghost coins! Your bank is so greedy!"

The pustule demon roared in anger, its green pus splattering everywhere.

Su Yuan was thankful that there was a piece of glass in front of her, otherwise she would have been splashed with glass.

"Dear customer, these are all standard service fees. We hope you understand."

The pustule demon didn't care about any of that. Its slimy hand began to wriggle and lengthen, attempting to reach through the window to take revenge on Su Yuan.

The stench filled Su Yuan's small room, and she almost gagged.

This smell is even stronger than the smell of a cesspool that has been stored for five years.

"Since I've already paid for it, it's not too much for me to eat one of your arms, hehehe—"

Su Yuan's eyelids twitched. She was just about to take out the boning knife that the Federation had given her to teach this stinking thing how to do tricks.

That disgusting, pustular hand had already been severed in two.

"ah--!"

A huge scream echoed throughout the bank.

The male player, who was recommending a sow maternity insurance program to the eerie figure, felt a chill run down his spine.

What, what's going on?

[Ding! Target available for romance: President of Mingfeng Bank (Lin Ye)]

Current favorability rating: 0

[Hint: The bank manager is the guardian angel of Mingfeng Bank. He dislikes anyone disrupting the bank's order and has some little-known quirks.]

[WARNING: This target is extremely dangerous and cannot be killed!]

Unknown to the public?

How is it unknown to others?

The system indicated it was unaware: [Increasing the host's favorability will unlock further strategy hints!]

The pustule demon, with one arm severed, its limp, sticky body blasted away by a fierce, eerie aura.

The green, sticky substance exploded like fireworks.

"Thump—thump—"

Expensive leather shoes clattered on the bright ceramic tiles in the bank lobby.

Lin Ye had a tall and slender figure. His well-pressed black suit accentuated his sharp shoulder and waist lines. He had handsome features, a high nose bridge, and clear lip lines, which was completely different from those weird people whose features were like paste.

He slowly rolled up his sleeves, his cold gaze fixed on Su Yuan, his tone harsh, carrying an accusatory tone that suggested he couldn't even handle basic tasks, "What's going on?"