Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3045 Unveiling My Identity I Am the Bank Manager

As the voice sounded, a man in his early thirties with a furrowed brow hurried over.

"Manager Telk, these two country bumpkins are causing trouble," said the security guard.

After a few murmured words from the security guard into the man's ear, his frown deepened even further.

"How do you guys operate? There are so many clients here. If this causes a commotion, every single one of you better pack up and get out of here," Manager Telk warned sternly.

The security guard smirked and nodded repeatedly, then intended to vent their anger on Matthew.

After Manager Telk reprimanded the security guards, he quickly switched to a smile that he had practiced.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry. But there are certain restrictions on the service we offer here. Perhaps you could try another bank!"

Matthew looked at the man's professional fake smile, feeling somewhat annoyed for no apparent reason.

He had lived for so long, yet this was the first time he heard that there was a minimum limit to conduct transactions at the bank!

"Sir?"

Manager Telk called out once more, but seeing Matthew unmoved, he evidently lost his patience.

"Sorry, everyone. Some people are jealous of our Skargness Bank and have sent someone to deliberately stir up issues. But rest assured, our bank's security is absolutely stable and reliable, so there's no need to worry!" He appeased other clients inside the bank. After saying this, he whispered to the security guard once again, "Handle this for me immediately!"

However, just as several guards were about to move to drive them away, Matthew suddenly stopped Manager Telk.

"Excuse me, this gentleman. Please wait a moment," he said.

"We're here to deposit money too. Why shouldn't we be allowed to conduct our business?"

Manager Telk stopped in his tracks and turned around, his face now clearly displaying impatience.

"Are you deaf or just not understanding plain words? Our security personnel have already made it very clear," Manager Telk retorted.

"We don't handle transactions below one hundred thousand here. You two bumpkins, do you think we're doing you a favor?" he spoke again.

Then, he ordered the security guard to escort them out of the bank, "Get them out of here!"

At this moment, Matthew suddenly spoke up, "Wait! I wasn't aware that Skargness Bank had this rule!"

Manager Telk chuckled. "Oh, who do you think you are? You are clueless!"

As he finished speaking, his smile gradually turned into a menacing grin.

"If you keep causing trouble, don't blame us for being harsh. If it comes to it, it'll be in vain even if we beat you. I advise you to be sensible," Manager Telk warned sternly.

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"Alright... Alright... Alright!"

Matthew had initially planned to handle this matter discreetly, but Manager Telk's arrogant tone and domineering attitude instantly tested Matthew's patience. With a glance from him, the crown prince immediately understood.

The crown prince shook his head regretfully as he stepped forward.

"I had wanted a cordial interaction with you all as an ordinary person, but all got in return was increasing malice. I won't pretend anymore. Here's the deal: I'm the president of Skargness Bank." FindNovel

"Mr. Telk, I'm declaring your

dismissal, along with the security personnel here. With your attitudes, you're simply not suitable for Skargness Bank. You all should

resign voluntarily."

As the words landed, Manager Telk and the several security guards stood stunned for a while.

Even the onlookers watching the commotion couldn't help but shake their heads unconsciously, thinking the younger ones were showing off in the wrong place. However, the security guards burst into uproarious laughter.

"Hahaha, young man, are you dreaming or what?"

Manager Telk mocked with contempt and disdain, "Why don't you take a look at yourself? If you're the president of this bank, then I'm your father."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crown prince's gaze instantly turned icy.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Haha, saying it again? Even if I repeat it ten more times, what difference does it make, you country bumpkin?"

Manager Telk mocked as he reached out, intending to flick the crown prince's cheek.

But just as he raised his hand, a sudden scream echoed through the office lobby.

Amidst the horrified gazes of onlookers, the crown prince forcibly snapped Manager Telk's middle finger.

"Ah, you're dead meat, brat!" Manager Telk screamed, and his voice echoed sharply in the bank.