Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3044 A Halt by Own Bank Security Personnel

Arriving at the city center of Orbourne, a building with a foreign style stood tall in front of them as the car stopped.

The exterior of the building was adorned with two words: Skargness Bank.

This place used to be another bank. But due to its poor management and profitability, it was acquired by Jonathan and subsequently renamed Skargness Bank.

With Jonathan's reputation and the joint investment of several well-known wealthy businessmen in the industry, the name of Skargness Bank was instantly established.

Just days after its opening, the front of the building was already filled with luxury cars. The people coming and going were all distinguished business professionals. "What an impressive sight! Is this my bank?" The crown prince stood downstairs, marveling as he spoke.

Beside him, Matthew patted his shoulder. "That's right! Mr. President, this is your bank!"

"Let's go inside and take a look! And we can have Jonathan's assistant show you around and get you familiar with the business while we're here."

Behind him, the crown prince suddenly lit up with excitement in his eyes after clicking his tongue and said, "Matthew, since I'm the president, can I rename this bank as The Crown Prince Bank?"

Ahead, Matthew stumbled for a moment, almost falling. His forehead instantly creased with frustration.

"No way!" he replied to the crown prince and inwardly thought, What a bizarre obsession for everything to attach with the crown prince's name? The Crown Prince and The Crown Prince Fleet. Now, he even wants to rename the bank as The Crown Prince Bank? At the sight of his proposal being rejected, the crown prince felt disappointed. It's just lacking taste. Isn't The Crown Prince Bank a more pleasant name? It sounds grand, too.

As the two walked into the bank, a security guard at the entrance instantly approached.

"Good day, gentlemen! May I ask what transactions you need help with?"

Matthew and the crown prince glanced at each other, then shook their heads in unison.

"We're just here for a visit, not to conduct any transaction," Matthew answered to the security guard.

The security guard instantly furrowed his brow upon hearing such a reply as he had spotted the two from afar.

The crown prince, especially with his look of inexperience, firmly etched himself in the security guard's mind.

Skargness Bank caters to the successful elites from high society. These two country bumpkins are completely out of place here, the security guard thought. Then, he replied to them, "I'm sorry, gentlemen. But we don't allow tours here! We truly apologize for the inconvenience!"

Although the security guard wore a smile, his words conveyed a cold rejection.

As he spoke, he signaled to his colleagues, planning to escort them out.

At the sight of this situation, Matthew couldn't help but furrow his brow. Reluctantly, he said, "Then we'll make a deposit and conduct some business!" After all, it is our bank, and making a scene would ultimately be detrimental! Matthew's originally enthusiastic mood was now completely dampened. However, after he gave in, the security guard pressed him even harder.

"Making a deposit? Our bank doesn't handle transactions below one hundred thousand!" he shouted at them.

At this point, the disdain in the security guard's eyes was no longer concealed.

His expression revealed impatience. You two poor guys, can you even come up with a hundred thousand?

The crown prince's face darkened, and he raised his right hand, intending to slap the disrespectful security guard across the face. Matthew quickly intercepted him with sharp eyes and agile hands.

The security guard looked at them. His face became even more tinged with mockery.

Then, he yelled loudly, "Hmph, two country bumpkins. If there's no

money forget it. But do you evel net

wantto resort to violence? Can't you see where you are?"

With those words, the security guard immediately unclipped his baton from his belt, and the other guards nearby followed suit, pulling out their batons and approaching them.

Their menacing demeanor made it clear that they were ready to resort to force.

Such commotion naturally drew the attention of other customers inside the bank. With cautious expressions, they all turned to look in thato direction.

Some people tightly clutched their money bags to their chests.

At that moment, a reprimanding voice suddenly echoed from the manager's office.

"What are you all doing?"