Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

The men stormed out of the door, surprising the onlookers inside the bank with sudden loud disturbances. Seeing their outfits after a while, reason returned and a sense of dreadful realization hit their thoughts.

Hell, no! That was the collective idea of everyone.

The robber aimed at the crowd and shouted various commands. Failure to do so was meant to be dragged away and forcefully subdued.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please don't make any sudden move. This is robbery," said a figure who seemed like a leader. "We'll take extreme measures if you don't obey us. Don't scream because that might agitate us to doing something that nobody wants."

"Ah—Hmm," one of the women screamed instinctively before her hand stopped her mouth.

Some people dashed for the entrance but were no match in front of violent criminals and dragged back. Those who tried to escape to other rooms were quickly discovered and grouped together outside.

The security guard immediately responded and ran over when the door slammed out but was stunned under the gaze of several barrels. His steps retreated subconsciously before his face was smacked by the buttstock of the rifle. His mind had one complaint: why him?

The other securities in the movie: Yeah, why were they targeted? They weren't paid enough for this treatment. They were just workers, why so much hatred?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Robbers: Because we want to.

"Ah-huh, don't move. It's no use even if you press the button underneath." The leader said. "But I hate seeing someone trying."

The staff, who reached her hand under the desk, gulped and nodded, raising her hand. She dared not seek death. Though the bank workers were protected by a layer of glass from the customers' area, the protection didn't work against bullets.

The most puzzled among the crowd was obviously Lin Fan, with a speechless expression. Why were weird and dangerous events revolving around him?

Not that he minded but he retired for a reason. His eyes quickly scanned the number of robbers and tried to find a loophole.

A dozen men with automatic weapons, which looked old but he would never underestimate them. The only one he observed was undisciplined movements between the robbers.

Though the collective leadership element was seen, the effect was minimal once the members separated from the leading figure. Yes, Lin Fan already understood, the man who threatened everyone was apparently the commander of the robbers and the indispensable brain.

He also pretended to be frightened and accepted being huddled into groups. He hoped robbers only had money in their minds and didn't hurt any innocence.

So long as they stuck their ideas on money, he wouldn't act, despite some planning going around inside his head.

Soon, the bank staff members were thrown into different groups while one or two robbers stood watch on each.

The female clerk who was chatting with him was also placed beside him. Perhaps, familiarity in the morning provided some false sense of security, the woman stayed close.

"Don't worry, things will be fine," said Lin Fan. "They're only for money. Once they're done, they'll be gone."

The clerk nodded and sighed in relief. She indeed hoped the situation was as Lin Fan spoke. Just when murmurs and whispers were uttered across the crowd, the robbers scolded.

"Stay quiet and don't talk!"

Lin Fan shut his mouth and nodded toward the clerk. As for the rest of the people, he didn't care and had no time to bother. Of course, provided there were opportunities, he would give a hand if needed.

A minute hadn't passed and the robbers had fully taken control. The leader gestured everyone for the next step and a couple of men walked toward the vault.

Everyone remained silent and anxious. Short low breath sounded like a drum beating in their ears. After the leader of the robbers disappeared, his men became unscrupulous, teasing and mocking.

"Rich, Huh? Powerful? Now, aren't you lowering your head in front of us?"

"Filthy classes. Always hold your nose high. What do you think you are?"

Nobody protested because fear had inhibited the ability to think. Of course, some inwardly sneered at the robbers' inner insecurity and inferior complex.

Though in life, people differentiated classes and very rarely, good people were found, very few dared to mock others in public without reprisals. People were too busy to manipulate others.

Lin Fan's heart sank as he judged the psychologies of the robbers. This state of mind was dangerous. If not for the leash from their leader, he anticipated more violence.

These men appeared more like vicious criminals based on their words and demeanor. He really hoped that things didn't go as his conclusion said.

However, things happened contrary to expectations; Lin Fan saw a man with a powerful build, pinching women's faces, flipping left and right, as he observed with a lecherous gaze. How did Lin Fan know? A man understood a man best.

His worry heightened if this bastard laid hand on the ladies, what would he do? He couldn't just stand up and fight. The worst of doing nothing never entered his mind. Even as a renowned king among mercenaries, he wasn't stupid to engage where multiple opponents were ready.

He needed strategies; he needed tactics; and lastly, he needed an opportunity. While his mind raced to sort out the predicaments, the bastard finally stopped before his group and uttered a surprise chuckle.

Since he avoided making eye contact to not attract attention, he didn't know where the bastard was looking. He had a bad premonition as this man inched closer to him. Raising his eyes, he saw this bastard eying the clerk, curling beside him and hiding her face. A pitiful and weak aura spread from the beautiful clerk, emitting a deadly attraction.

Lin Fan controlled his instinct, as the bastard reached out his hand, touching the female clerk's pretty chin and lifting the petite face forcefully.

"That's it. She's mine," said the man as he licked his tongue. "I haven't touched a woman for a while."

"No, please." The clerk begged.

"Congratulations on finding a beautiful woman, brother. Don't forget us when you're done." The other robbers, who had the same mind, laughed evilly, causing many women to shiver and hide their sense of existence.

Goddamnit, Lin Fan was enraged. He had only flirted and didn't even touch the girl. Yet, someone dared! He had put this man on the dead list.

The man grasped her collar and lifted the clerk, who struggled as she tried to free his firm grip. Her little strength appealed to the man's mood like an angry kitten scratching its paw.

"No, no." The female clerk screamed and tried to shake off. "Somebody, please."

No one moved as they lowered their gazes as if to reduce the guilt they felt. She was dismayed and sad. She didn't blame others but her luck. No female except her was chosen by this muscular man.

As she looked around, she caught Lin Fan's mumbling lips and heard the words: Wait for me, I'll be right behind.

The female clerk widened her eyes and felt a little warm but shook her head at Lin Fan. She didn't want to see the man who cared for her in danger. Humans were weird creatures sometimes; they could ask for help and blame others when no one helped. Nonetheless, when somebody did, they hoped not.

The robber dragged her body with ease, no matter her struggles. It only raised interest instead. Her shaking head was assumed as her final hopeless and feeble resistance.

Naturally, under tyranny resistance existed. Likewise, a few hid their movements and searched for their phone, attempting to call the police. But they soon discovered to their despair, there were no bars.

The robbers didn't even snatch electronic devices from the people because the leader already told them, it was unnecessary and instead increased risks.