Are You Crazy? You’re Telling Me This Is a Fugitive TV Show? - Chapter 119: A Stunning Performance, Astonishing Magic, Rain of Money! (2)

“Let’s move out!”

As Jue Ming was making his observations, Honei Kouten, Captain Mita, and the Thai program inspection team were sizing each other up. However, they soon parted ways.

“Some quite skilled fighters indeed,” Honei Kouten mused quietly as he walked.

“Master, are they all really that strong?” Captain Mita asked, surprised by his master’s remarks.

“Physically, none of them are weak. Their actual combat strength is hard to quantify, but it’s certainly not less than 300,” Honei Kouten responded.

In Japan, a unique system is used to calculate combat strength without considering firearms. Using this metric, Wang Yun’s combat strength was rated at 350, while Honei Kouten himself stood at a formidable 400.

“Are they all that formidable?” Captain Mita asked, visibly astonished. His own combat rating was just over 200.

“Thai boxing has long been prevalent, and with the Skynet Operation program’s current popularity, naturally, the participants are the best from their country, all with considerable strength. The monks from China are also formidable, but they lack proper gear, making them less of a threat,” Honei Kouten commented with a nonchalant air.

Captain Mita nodded, his expression turning grave. Each country’s program inspection team posed a significant challenge and could not be taken lightly.

The members of the three inspection teams began to spread out, mingling among the bystanders while discreetly surveying their surroundings.

***

Near Nansu Plaza, two middle-aged men, the Chairman and General Manager of Nancheng Bank, were deep in conversation.

“What exactly is Wang Yun planning? What kind of magic trick is he going to perform?” one mused.

“Let’s just wait here, Chairman. This might be a ploy by Wang Yun, a trap for the other inspection teams,” suggested the other.

The influx of curious onlookers to Nansu Plaza was pouring in. Wang Yun’s unexpected announcement using Nancheng Bank’s official website had piqued the public’s interest, drawing them in anticipation.

By 5:30 PM, the crowd had grown as office workers ended their day. By 6 PM, with the evening setting in, Nansu Plaza was teeming with a sea of people. By 7 PM, the area was packed with at least ten to twenty thousand people, all eagerly waiting and buzzing with conversation. The sun had already fully set.

“Master, there’s no sign of him in the east,” a disciple reported.

“Master, the west is clear too,” another one updated.

“Captain, the Japanese team is also on the lookout,” a program officer informed.

“Keep an eye on their movements, and also watch the Thai team. Thai boxing heavily relies on visual acuity, they might also be able to identify Wang Yun,” another added.

Amidst the crowd, around twenty figures casually roamed, their keen eyes sweeping over each individual they encountered. Their scanning pace was almost like that of human-shaped scanners. Most crucially, these people could discern from someone’s gait and posture whether they had undergone training or were experts. Wang Yun was a master and was easy for them to identify. They didn’t need to see his face. His movements and body shape were sufficient.

“What exactly is Wang Yun up to with this grand performance? Isn’t it supposed to start by now?”

The people surrounding Nansu Plaza murmured among themselves.

“I have no idea, but it’s already 7 PM, and it’s almost completely dark!”

“It should be starting any moment now,” someone in the crowd commented.

Then, at that very moment, a figure stepped out of a coffee shop, coffee cup in hand. Hearing the chatter around him, he looked in a specific direction, his eyes slightly narrowing. In his line of sight were the Chairman and General Manager of Nancheng Bank, waiting with furrowed brows. A faint smile played on his lips as he pressed a button.

With a buzz, a loud, clear voice boomed, “Cough cough, everyone, please quiet down and look this way.”

“Huh? Is that Brother Yun’s voice?”

“That’s Wang Yun’s voice. Is it starting? Is the show about to begin?”

“Look, over there, on that rooftop!”

The sudden loud voice drew the attention and gazes of everyone nearby. Their eyes lit up with excitement, and they immediately looked toward a building’s rooftop. There, a holographic figure stood. It was clearly a projection, and the figure was unmistakably Wang Yun. Holding a microphone and smiling, he seemed poised to begin.

“Did he appear?”

In that instant, members of the three program inspection teams from China, Japan, and Thailand all turned their attention to the rooftop.

“It’s a projection. Not sure if it’s pre-recorded or if he’s around here. Send someone to check,” the teams simultaneously commanded.

Captains from China, Japan, and Thailand were all intently watching the scene unfold on their monitors.

“First off, thank you all for coming to watch my performance today. I guarantee that everyone will leave feeling satisfied,” the holographic Wang Yun announced, laughing heartily. His voice resonated with everyone through the sound system.

Meanwhile, the real Wang Yun, disguised with a hat and work uniform, approached the Chairman of Nancheng Bank. With a swift movement, he slipped a microphone into the Chairman’s pocket.

“Huh?”

The Chairman of Nancheng Bank sensed something and, slightly startled, immediately reached into his pocket.

“What is this?”

Upon discovering a microphone in his pocket, the Chairman of Nancheng Bank was startled and began hastily scanning his surroundings. His attention had previously been fixed on the building, and with the surrounding crowd, he failed to identify who had slipped the microphone into his hand. This baffled him greatly, causing his heart to race.

“What exactly is Wang Yun up to?”

His expression shifted dramatically, turning noticeably uneasy.

“First of all, for this magic show, I must extend my gratitude to our sponsor, the Chairman of Nancheng Bank. Without him, this magic would not have been possible,” Wang Yun’s voice echoed again from the rooftop.

Click!

A light switched on instantly. A spotlight slowly tracked across the crowd, eventually illuminating the Chairman of Nancheng Bank.

“Damn it!”

His face underwent a drastic change as he frantically searched the crowd, trying to locate Wang Yun.

“Huh? The Chairman of Nancheng Bank? Master Jue Ming, quickly, Wang Yun must be nearby orchestrating this. Go and search around the Chairman,” Kolyev, noticing the shift in the scene, urgently directed Master Jue Ming and his group.

“Right away.”

Master Jue Ming and his disciples narrowed their eyes and immediately moved toward the Chairman’s location.

Simultaneously, Captain Mita and the Thailand program inspection team also hurriedly joined in, moving toward the area.

“The Chairman of Nancheng Bank claimed their security is so impenetrable that even I can’t breach it. Hehe, well, today, I want to put that to the test,” continued the holographic image of Wang Yun atop the rooftop.

With a wave of his arm, a projection of a Nancheng Bank vault materialized beside him.

“Today, I’ll perform a magic trick of remotely withdrawing money, and yes, this will be a real distance trick, not like the last time,” Wang Yun announced with a chuckle, then shouted loudly, “Is everyone ready?”

“We’re ready!”

“Wow, what’s Big Brother up to? Is he proving he can extract money from the Nancheng Bank?”

“No way, is he really going to embarrass Nancheng Bank?”

“We’re ready, we’re ready!”

At this moment, both the on-site crowd and the online livestream viewers were vocally excited, their screens filled with a barrage of comments. Their faces beamed with anticipation for what seemed to be a grand and exhilarating magic show.

“Since everyone is ready, let’s begin. Next up, a simple magic trick starts,” Wang Yun declared, arms wide open. “The Chairman of Nancheng Bank said I couldn’t break into his vault or take money from it. So, how about I start with taking 5 million?”

“Get ready for the next part, everyone. 5 million is coming your way,” Wang Yun said with a laugh, arms outstretched as he leaped forward.

In the next moment, his projection burst into a shower of banknotes, fluttering down like a torrential downpour.

50,000 banknotes, fluttering down from the building, caught all the onlookers by surprise. As the striking notes descended, some people’s eyes widened, and they hurriedly reached out to catch them.

“Whoa, no way, are these real banknotes? Actual money!”

When the first person to catch the notes examined them closely and observed them carefully, their face turned to shock, and they couldn’t help but exclaim loudly, “They’re real, indeed real!”

“No way, just like that, 5 million is raining down?”

All around, the spectators were in utter shock, shouting in amazement.

“Please, everyone, keep order, don’t rush. There’s more to come, more. Once again, thanks to the sponsorship of Nancheng Bank. Next up, another 5 million.”

At that moment, Wang Yun’s projection reformed and leaped forward once more, turning into banknotes mid-air. The notes fluttered down all around.

“How… how is this possible?”

The Chairman of Nancheng Bank, witnessing this scene, widened his eyes and trembled violently. Although they had agreed with the production team that if Wang Yun managed to take money from their bank, they would bear the consequences, this was all predicated on the belief that Wang Yun’s robbery attempt at their headquarters would fail. They had also trusted their bank’s defense system.

But now…

“The money in our vault is still there, it’s still there. Quick, someone open the vault immediately and check inside.”

The Chairman’s face underwent a drastic change as he urgently commanded the General Manager beside him.

At that moment, their foreheads were drenched in cold sweat. If Wang Yun had indeed breached their headquarters and extracted a large amount of money from the vault, then Nancheng Bank’s recent promotions would be not just ineffective, but catastrophically backfired.

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