Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 114: Behind All the Bizarre Rules

Mu Yuming, after hitting someone, went straight home.

At this time, Li Ya, who had stayed up all night, was just about to go to sleep when she suddenly saw Mu Yuming come home, which startled her.

In her mind, Mu Yuming had always been a rigid man who strictly adhered to the nine-to-five schedule, never arriving late or leaving early; even now that his work duties had been fully transferred, he would rather sit in the office and drink tea than come home.

"Dear, I’ve gotten myself into a bit of trouble outside."

As soon as Mu Yuming spoke, Li Ya was genuinely frightened.

This was a bigger shock than their daughter being switched and possessed by someone else.

Mu Yuming was an honest man, never the type to stir up trouble, and even if he faced challenges outside, he would not reveal a word when he got home.

Apart from satisfying physical needs and helping him squander his salary, Li Ya had almost forgotten what inevitable connection this man had with her.

According to the popular saying of future generations, this was called a ’widowed marriage.’

Today, his sudden outburst immediately piqued Li Ya’s interest, and she picked up the crystal ball and began divination.

After a long silence, Li Ya looked up, staring incredulously at her man, "You’ve learned to hit people now?" 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Mu Yuming said helplessly, "I didn’t care how he mocked me, but he crossed the line by threatening me with Mumu..."

"So you couldn’t hold back and smashed him... Mu Yuming, how come I never realized before that you had such a manly side!"

Li Ya exclaimed sincerely.

Maybe it was time to consider giving Li Mumu another sister.

"That guy has a strong background, and he’s petty."

Mu Yuming said helplessly, "Though we are leaving in two days and don’t need to deal with him anymore, I worry about Mumu. She’s always out having fun, and I’m afraid he might hurt her. He’s the type of person capable of doing such things."

"You should have more faith in your daughter, she’s not a fool... though not much better than one."

Li Ya was not worried at all.

Mu Yuming simply didn’t understand that Li Mumu and Wendy were notoriously infamous in Safo City.

They were despised and loathed in every sense of the word.

......

At the Pacific Bank’s branch on Lily Street in Safo City, Mr. Yang, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, looked at the front desk manager stuck to the ceiling with a frown and said nothing.

Literally stuck to the ceiling.

The poor front desk manager’s entire body seemed to have melted, sticking to the ceiling of his office, looking like a puddle of mud. Except for the last half of his face still intact, it was nearly impossible to discern his human form.

This wasn’t even the worst problem.

About twenty minutes earlier, two armed securities in the bank’s insurance vault had suddenly, inexplicably started fighting each other.

By the time others sensed something was wrong and rushed over, the two men had melted together.

Literally melted together, just like the poor soul now on the ceiling.

The alert branch manager immediately triggered the alarm, lowered the protective curtain, and called for help, but the situation deteriorated far faster than he had anticipated.

When Mr. Yang arrived from the headquarters, the whole branch was as if it had been soaked in water, from the fifth floor down to the first, the floors sticky and damp, covered with murky wastewater everywhere.

As for the source of the wastewater, that was a matter not to be delved into.

With ordinary human knowledge, it was hard to specifically describe the changes occurring on site in words.

Not only were people dissolving, but the whole structure was dissolving. Like ice cream exposed to the sun, slowly yet irreversibly oozing out streams of creamy liquid.

Yang Jian opened the notebook he carried with him, glanced at it, and quickly wrote a line with a pen.

With a thud, the person above the ceiling fell down.

"Why didn’t you follow the internal security operations manual?"

Yang Jian asked straightforwardly.

"I didn’t, I followed the manual, the general manager can vouch for me! Mr. Yang, save me! I don’t want to die..."

"Why did you need to verify their identities?"

"It’s the bank’s normal operating procedure..."

"Tell the truth!"

"They were applying for a loan on behalf of others, without their consent, and that business card was from Huaxing Trade..."

"Do you receive a salary from the bank, or from Huaxing?"

Seeing that the guy still didn’t get it, Yang Jian didn’t want to waste any more words with him, and turned to leave.

A piercing scream came from behind him.

It was only when Yang Jian’s gaze moved away from him that he sobered up and realized his entire skin was still stuck to the ceiling.

Walking out of the bank’s main entrance, he casually discarded the hat and coat soaked with dripping mucus from above, and frowned at the general manager waiting outside, trembling with fear.

"The internal safety operations manual is trained twice a year, have you all learned nothing?"

The general manager quickly lowered his head to apologize.

"No need to apologize to me, your lack of discretion in hiring staff means you must bear the consequences yourself. Seal the entire building, announce a business suspension for restructuring. Move all paper documents out to be sun-dried, mobilize funds to prevent depositors from panicking."

Hearing this series of commands, the general manager’s head buzzed.

This mess couldn’t be settled with just a hundred thousand US dollars.

"Mr. Yang, isn’t there any way to salvage this? The loss is too great, please see if we can try contacting those two ladies and apologize, I am willing to pay out of my own pocket..."

Yang Jian stared at him as if he were an idiot, making him sweat profusely.

"If Huaxing Company transferred funds through our bank to the Senator for a presidential campaign donation, and your subordinate misappropriated it, do you also think that, a few nice words and some compensation can cover it up?"

"Have you been working at the bank so long that you think the money people deposit is yours?"

The general manager desperately shook his head.

"The essence of this issue is not about the identity of the borrower, nor the amount of the loan, but ’credit’. Once ’credit’ collapses, the bank loses its reason to exist."

"You really don’t understand the magnitude of the mess you’ve caused."

Yang Jian shook his head in disappointment, not saying anything further.

Mortals are always foolish and shortsighted, knowing that smoking is harmful to health, yet they can’t resist smoking one cigarette after another.

They know rules should be strictly followed, but if they always adhere strictly, they gradually accumulate resentment in their hearts, feeling like they haven’t gotten their fair share and certainty lost something.

They even naively think that this issue can just stop here.

Just like criminals who only start repenting before their execution, thinking there is a cure for regret in this world.

Although the contract wasn’t signed, the ancient taboo seal had already been triggered the moment the possessor of the Freud Family crest wasn’t able to borrow a hundred thousand US dollars "unconditionally".

All those involved with this loan, even including the original owner of that business card, cannot escape the whirlpool of the curse.