At that time, Chen Xuan took a taxi to the bank and took out his phone to dial a number.
"Transfer ten billion into my account." Chen Xuan said and then hung up the phone.
The taxi driver was taken aback for a moment, secretly mocking, this kid really knows how to show off. Who's he putting on a show for?
One of the three major halls of the Holy Temple, Purple Gold Hall, which is in charge of finances, immediately became busy.
The Young Hall Master personally issued the order, and no one dared slack off.
At the bank's entrance, Chen Xuan paid and got out of the car, heading towards the bank.
The driver called the hall manager, "Manager Wang, did you see that kid who just went inside?"
"He was putting on quite a show with me earlier, no idea who he was calling, but he demanded ten billion be transferred into his account."
"I suspect he might have mental issues, keep an eye on him."
