Inside the Mitsubishi Bank, all was peaceful.
Aozawa stood at the back of the bank, not hearing any alarm sounds, nor were any employees shouting.
He picked up the black travel bag in his hand, thought for a moment, and then carried the bag back to the front of the bank.
Three staff members were explaining to the customers at the counter and in line.
"We apologize, but due to a recent withdrawal by a customer, our cash flow has run out. We are calling the headquarters to send more cash over."
"Hey, are you kidding me? I've been in line for so long, and you tell me there's no money here?"
The burly man immediately slapped the counter, roaring to vent his dissatisfaction.
Aozawa walked into the entrance with his travel bag. His eyes swept around, and none of the staff or security rushed forward to shout, as if he had legally withdrawn his own money just now.
He stepped forward, cut in line again, and threw a large bag onto the counter.
"Hey, kid, my issue isn't resolved yet!"
