Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 2091: Chapter 1913: There’s No Time, Get in the Car

Groggy.

Vika fell asleep.

In the dream.

He was acquitted, returning to the Villa to enjoy fine food and beautiful women, then setting out on his yacht, drinking wine with friends, singing songs, gazing at the deep blue sea, wanting to shout at the top of his lungs.

But.

He hadn’t shouted yet.

“Bang!”

A loud noise.

“Ah!”

Vika was startled awake, sat up, and couldn’t help but shout out loud.

“What happened?”

Two guards at the door quickly pushed it open, only to see pieces of a shattered light tube all over the floor, Vika unharmed, “Why did you break the light tube?” This question left Vika utterly confused.

“I..”

“I..”

Damn it, what kind of judgment is that?

“It wasn’t me.”

Vika snorted.

“Really?”

“Really.”

That suspicious look left Vika speechless; with his former temper, if someone wronged him like this, he’d certainly smash ten of them to show them, but today he was too unlucky and didn’t want to fuss.

“Oh.”

After speaking.

They were about to call someone to clean up.

“Wait.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to change wards.” Vika felt this room was unlucky. As soon as he got in, bad news kept coming: first, the one taking the blame fled, then the light tube inexplicably crashed down.

Luckily, he was fine.

Not superstitious.

But unfortunately cursed.

Thinking.

Still, let’s believe it this time!

“I’ll ask if there is.” Having received money, there’s still some distinction to be made.

“Thanks.”

Vika said helplessly.

Soon.

He was moved to a better ward. The first floor, spacious, bright, a real Special Care Ward, and knowing Vika’s identity, the hospital did not dare to neglect him, being very cautious.

The Suto Family, in Malaysia, is a big tree.

“Should have done this sooner.”

In the room.

After that scare, Vika was no longer sleepy, brewed a cup of tea, sat on the Sofa, and turned on the TV. The room had a phone, but the line was unplugged, privilege has its limits.

“Tsk tsk!”

“Comfortable!”

Sipping hot tea, Vika felt pleased.

Suddenly.

“Knock knock!”

From the right.

Came the sound of a light tap on the window.

“Who?”

Vika turned his head, only to see a shady figure outside making a silencing gesture; instantly, instinctively, Vika assumed this sneaky approach was an ally.

Glancing at the door.

No movement.

Then.

Vika rose, tiptoeing to the window, gently opened it, he saw the one knocking, in his twenties, with a cautious ’messenger’ demeanor, looking around.

“What’s up?”

Vika whispered, thinking it was someone arranged by Father.

An ally.

“Come here.”

The person gestured with a finger.

Upon hearing.

Vika checked around, saw no one noticed, leaned his head closer, then felt a chill on his neck, and heard the words that dumbfounded him, “Robbery, make a sound and you’re done for.”

Instantly.

Vika was dumbfounded.

Robbery?

What the heck.

What kind of god-tier plot is this? I thought it was an ally, turns out it’s a robber, and I idiotically helped cover, even obediently offered my neck.

Boo hoo!

How am I so unlucky?

Right now.

Vika wanted to cry but found…he was beyond tears.

He acted.

It’s all his own actions that led to this, everything was fine, why trust a stranger, but…but…the situation just now, really hard to logically deduce that was a robber.

“Go in.”

Vika was pushed into the ward.

Then.

The robber took out a rope and skillfully tied up Vika; soon, Vika was like a worm, only able to squirm on the ground, mouth stuffed with a pillowcase, unable to make a sound.

On the ground.

Vika sank into despair.

Once.

He had played this trick on girls, but now it was his turn; watching the robber rummaging around the room, Vika wanted to say: could you ask first before searching, I have no money here.

Bedside.

Cabinet.

Under the mattress.

After searching, the robber came back to Vika, pulling out the pillowcase.

“Where’s the stuff?” he asked coldly.

“What?”

“Of course, the valuables, what, risking your life for money?” saying this, the robber’s knife patted Vika’s face, the cold touch made Vika shudder all over.

“Nothing.”

“I have no money.”

“No.”

“I have no money here.”

“Bro, you might not know, I’m detained, got in a fight inside, then came to the hospital for treatment, there’re two police officers at the door, if you don’t believe, look through the peephole, I’m not lying to you.”

At this moment.

Getting beaten.

For the first time, Vika claimed it was a fight, otherwise too embarrassing, hoping to scare the other away.

Sure enough.

The opponent’s face changed, quickly came to the peephole, looked for a while, turned back, walked beside Vika, squatted down, “You’re not lying, indeed, bad luck, I thought it was a big fish.”

“Release me, name your price.”

As soon as he said it.

Vika regretted it.

’Oh?’

The robber looked intrigued, that was the expression when seeing a big fish.

“Your price?”

“Ha!”

“You have money, alright, come with me.” saying this, Vika was lifted up, pillowcase stuffed back, bedsheet wrapped like a Scarf, covered the pillowcase on his mouth.

At this moment.

Vika already understood the opponent’s plan.

Robbery.

Was turning into kidnapping.

“Mmm! Mmm!”

Vika’s eyes widened, struggling, trying to report his family, thinking that in Malaysia, black and white, few would dare not give face, should have reported earlier.

Unfortunately.

Too late.

“Behave, I don’t want to kill.”

Behind.

A chill, penetrating, Vika immediately behaved, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, not knowing what to do, at this moment, he desperately hoped for someone he once disliked to come save him.

“Move!”

“Don’t try any tricks, or I can’t guarantee your life.”

After speaking.

Vika was pulled out the window, making him curse himself for being the stupidest, why switch wards, especially to the first floor, if on the second, such a thing wouldn’t happen.

Boo hoo!

Missing the ward where the light tube fell, unlucky is good, I like unlucky.

Boo hoo!

Missing the days in the detention room.

At least.

No threat to life. Meeting this unreasonable, fierce robber, Vika’s mentality completely collapsed. He realized every decision today has pushed him deeper into a pit.

Series of pits.

Moreover.

Getting deeper, even a trend of being unable to climb out. With a knife pointed at him, step by step, unwillingly, Vika walked outside the hospital, this time, the police might think he escaped.

Before long.

Outside the hospital.

“What’s going on?”

Vika discovered the opponent had accomplices, in a beat-up Toyota by the roadside, seeing him, they were stunned too, then heard the robber whispering a few words, the other hesitated.

Suddenly.

A shout came from within the hospital.

“Don’t run.”

Suddenly.

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, in Vika’s desperate eyes, the other said.

“No time, get in the car.”