From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 452

Chapter 452: The Bank Vault Brawler

The Bank Vault Brawler

Heading through the Atm, they carried on walking down the hallway where a bright light could be seen.

The fact that they knew the combination to the Atm to allow themselves in was a clear and indisputable sign that they had received a legitimate invitation. They weren’t just showing up; they were expected.

When the three of them finally headed out to the other side, the noise could be heard which was immense. The sound of the underground world hit them like a physical wave.

The entire venue was striking. There were bars set up around the edges, designed for the wealthy clientele. An elevated seating area circled the spectacle below, showcasing what was clearly the cage in the middle. Everything was dimly lit, creating a dramatic, dangerous atmosphere, and there was a man with a question mark masked on his face—the host—waiting for their arrival.

Aron was immediately on high alert. He had noticed that the set up was almost the same as last time, the familiarity ringing alarm bells in his mind. The only difference was that the fighting arena for this one was a reinforced cage rather than that of a traditional ring. It signaled a harsher, more brutal kind of engagement.

"Miss Curts is that correct?" The host with the mask said smoothly as he came over. "I believe it’s your first time here, so I would like to explain to you how things work. While doing so, why don’t we head on over to the bar, where you can order any drink of your liking and I will go through everything."

This was the protocol. This was the show.

Na didn’t wait. He immediately walked off to the side, going off to where the contestants would be. He made it look like he wasn’t with them, distancing himself from the high-stakes bettors. Meanwhile, Aron made sure to stay next to Sherievery step of the way, his shadow, his protector.

Originally Max had just wanted to use Sheri’s name and have the group send a representative, keeping her safe from the immediate threat. But the Black Hounds had insisted. They said that wasn’t possible.

The reason was specific: the person making the bet, that was clearing the funds of where it was coming from, they needed to be present. This was why Sheri had gotten involved in the whole thing in the first place—to validate the wealth. Max knew though it was more so they knew who they had dirt on, and who to chase up when need be. They wanted her visible, exposed.

While walking over, the host expertly explained everything to Sheri: When she could make bets, how to make bets and how payment worked after the event. There was already a table with her name on it, marked for a VIP, and with a screen display allowing her to make bets on the go however she wished. It was well run to say the least, meticulously organized, and even the service seemed top notch.

The host finished his briefing. "Alright I will leave you be to enjoy your drink, in an hour’s time head to you private table and I hope you enjoy your first event here, and we see you again." The host claimed as he walked off, but not before keeping an unnerving eye on Aron as well.

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