Chapter 1319 The City Defense Department, Right Now

• After Osmond finished speaking, he pulled out his wallet, took out a bank card, and shoved it into Paul Hyams’ hand.
• There was a self-service bank just down the street. Paul came back in ten minutes with five hundred thousand.
• Fifty bundles of green banknotes stuffed a plastic bag to the brim, nearly bursting it. The bystanders eyeing the cash in Paul’s hands all wore blazing looks.