Chapter 151 Craig's Fury
In the early hours, Underworld Specter was in full swing.
Victoria changed into black clothes, a black baseball cap, and a black mask, showing only her eyes.
This was the usual attire at Underworld Specter.
People here didn't want to be recognized.
But getting in wasn't easy; you needed a special token.
On the outside, Underworld Specter looked like an ordinary bar, the kind you see on every corner.
Victoria lowered her hat and approached the bar counter alone.
"Three Death in the Afternoon," she said coldly.
The bartender glanced at her and discreetly pressed a hidden button under the counter.
Soon, a man approached. The bartender exchanged a look with him and then glanced at Victoria, who kept her head down.
The man with the buzz cut stepped forward. "Please follow me."
He led her to the top floor.
"Show me your token," he said.
Victoria pulled out a red token from her pocket.
The man was surprised. A red token meant assets over a billion dollars.
In all his years, he'd only seen five people with a red token.
The tokens were made of special materials, impossible to forge. After verifying it, he led her into Underworld Specter.
Victoria followed, head slightly lowered.
Inside, she heard noisy shouts.
Underworld Specter was a place for transactions, a casino, and a fighting arena.
"I'm looking for Craig Rogers," Victoria said calmly.
The man was shocked. People didn't usually seek out Craig; he was hard to meet.
But she had a red token, and he couldn't offend her.
At that moment, Craig was in his office, yelling at someone.
"A bunch of useless idiots!" Craig's furious roar echoed, making the guards outside tremble.
An hour ago, Underworld Specter lost six hundred million dollars.
Craig was furious.
He paced back and forth, face dark, temples throbbing, eyes cold.
He pointed at the three subordinates kneeling before him. "If you don't get that six hundred million back, I'll throw you all into the ring!"
The three men trembled. The ring meant either death or lifelong disability.
Craig was worried about his money.
Six hundred million dollars gone just like that!
He had never seen anything so outrageous.
Stealing from Craig was sheer audacity, a death wish.
If he caught the thief, they'd regret being born.
The man with the buzz cut stopped at Craig's office door, hearing the roars inside.
He didn't know what had happened, but Victoria was waiting, so he knocked.
"Mr. Rogers, a distinguished guest wants to see you," he reported.
A furious roar came from inside. "Get outta here! I don't wanna see anyone!"
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