Life After Prison Novel by Silencieux

Charmaine nodded. “Yeah, I understand, Grandpa. I just didn’t think that someone dressed like that could actually be some sort of prodigious doctor. Logically speaking, someone like him wouldn’t be short of money, right?”

“Hehe.” Henry chuckled. “Savants like him probably treat this as training!” Severin had piqued his curiosity greatly.

“Training?” Charmaine’s brows furrowed and she seemed a little puzzled.

“Training the mind is a form of training too. Great recluses might choose to stay at a city and keep a low-profile. Some savants might already be able to see through many things. Anyway, the thoughts of such reclusive savants aren’t something that ordinary people like us are able to figure out!”

Henry chuckled, and then said poignantly, “The reason us Longhorns are where we are today is in no small part due to a savant that helped us in the past!”

Charmaine nodded pensively after hearing that.

At that moment, Severin had already arrived outside a bank. He frowned when he looked at the purplish-gold bank card that Old Wacko had left to him. “Old Wacko said that there’s a lot of money inside the account, and he doesn’t even know how much there is inside! He also told me that I had to pay a visit to Dracodeus Isle it on the fifteenth of August for destiny or something like that. Well, there’s still over a month to go until then!”

As Severin’s fingers caressed the Dracodeus Ring that Old Wacko had given to him, his lips curled into a smile and he walked right into the bank.

“Security! Security! Why isn’t security during their job! How could you let someone with such raggedy clothes in here? Is this the kind of establishment where hobos are allowed in too? Gosh, you can smell the stench of this person’s poverty from a mile away!”

Severin had taken just a few steps in when a lady wearing lavish jewelry yelled at the security guard with a look of disgust.

The security guard came over, smiled awkwardly at Severin, and said, “Sir, please leave if you have no business here.”

the security guard and shot back, “What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I come in if

felt as if he had been

said with a triumphant

There’s a self-service ATM over there…” The security guard

said in some disdain, “But what if I want to withdraw a hundred thousand? Or two hundred thousand? Will the ATM be able to handle such a huge request? I’m worried there might not be enough money

hundred thousand? I’m not sure the account linked to your card has that amount of money!” The lady said

never seen something like that before. Is it some membership card you picked up by the side of the road? Oh,

bank manager came

dressed in worn-out clothes, but he says he wants to withdraw several hundred thousand. Does he even have that much money? Hey, everyone! Look here! This fool is trying to pretend as if he’s some big shot by waving around a card he probably picked up

two bodyguards with her, and her yells were so loud that it drew the attention

however, was in no mood to entertain her nonsense. He stepped forward, slapped the woman on the face, and said, “My clothes might be a little black here and there, but

a while, her chest began heaving due to anger, and she pointed at Severin while saying, “See! That b*stard just slapped me! Damn prick. Don’t you

Severin grinned icily and had a contemptuous look on his face, as if he was looking at a

Heroes based their actions around his mood, he would have no reason to be afraid of some rich woman from such a

courage to slap her?” The two bodyguards rushed forward aggressively. With a

see he soon grinned and said, “Doesn’t ring

other, took a step forward, and

and delivered two consecutive kicks to both the bodyguards. They ended up collapsing to the

arrogant expression all throughout, but when she saw the two bodyguards collapsing to the ground and having difficulty getting up, she was so frightened that she squatted on the ground and screamed, “Ah, he’s…he’s a*saulting

his leg, scaring the woman into closing her mouth. Both her legs

didn’t you say that you’re the wife of Mister Preston Kingsley, the Eastshine Group’s president? How could you embarra*s yourself like this? It’s so shameful! Hey, everyone, look! She wet herself in the bank lobby. She must be one of those from

saw that her skirt was soaking

“Ah, I…”