Chapter 145: Bank Heist

The tellers behind the counter were stunned. That was bulletproof glass-supposed to stop bullets. In their emergency drills, even the "robber" swinging a sledgehammer with all his might couldn't punch a hole in it. Otto Nicholson had done it with one punch. What kind of strength was that? Was he even human? The lobby manager, the elderly security guard sprawled on the floor, and the seniors waiting in line all stared in shock. The most terrified was the fat man. He'd been about to mouth off,...