A pregnant nun came to the bank to collect her inheritance, and after asking her the first question, the banker ran to the safe deposit box…

The bank visitor was evidently a church sister or a mother. The security guard was slightly taken aback as the young woman had one more striking feature compared to the surroundings, she was pregnant. Her large, round belly protruded.

She seemed to be at least in her seventh month. The security guard raised his eyebrows in surprise and the woman looked at him calmly. Her skin was porcelain-like and she had black eyebrows.

She paid no mind to the surprise that could be seen in the guard’s eyes. Good day, she greeted politely but without a smile. Hello, the security guard replied.

My property is stored in this bank and I would like to retrieve it. Could you please direct me to the appropriate person? The security guard nodded and led the nun along the bank. She walked behind him quietly, not looking around, but he saw the astonished faces of his colleagues who peeked out from their workstations upon seeing the woman in a habit.

Mr. David, someone has come to see you, the security guard said embarrassedly. The manager quickly looked at the visitor. Only for a moment did surprise flash in his gaze.

He immediately straightened up and nodded at the security guard. Please come in. How may I assist you? He politely asked the nun.

She entered the office and stopped in the middle. My property is stored here, rightfully inherited. I brought the necessary documents and the key.

She handed the package of documents to the manager. Looking at them, Mr. David raised his eyebrows, now he couldn’t hold back. Looking carefully at the documents, he shifted his gaze to the visitor, then back to the papers.

Is something wrong? She asked. Mr. David cleared his throat and shook his head. I apologize, it’s just that this is a very old vault, legends circulate about it.

I didn’t think anyone would come for its contents in my lifetime. The young woman smiled. So you knew my father? She concluded.

Everyone knew him, believe me. He was a great man. Mr. David realized he had blabbered too much and started flattering the visitor.

However, his confusion was understandable from the very beginning. Everyone knew who Benjamin Ross was. In the 1990s, he was the chief criminal authority not only in their city, but also in the entire region.

Rumors of his cruelty stirred minds and the police didn’t venture into his home because they feared him to death. Benjamin Ross never yelled, he spoke quietly, almost melodically. Every word he uttered was precious.

No business was opened without his consent, his men exerted influence over the whole city. It was an absolute monopoly. He had killed so many people, it was terrifying to even think about.

Some had personally witnessed how Benjamin dealt with torture. Being a convict, he loved this method, but sometimes he used conventional weapons as well. They said he introduced the trend of cementing the legs of debtors and throwing them from the central bridge in broad daylight.

Benjamin never feared that someone would see him. He knew that no one judged him. He himself was the law for everyone in that city…