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The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 19
His system was a weapon he could wield, and that was all that mattered now. An idea, reckless but irresistible, formed in his mind. What if I use Luck Infuse to turn Megabucks Casino on its head? The thought flickered in his mind, daring him to act on it, to take control, to make the odds bend to his will. With a swift movement, he tapped the option for Luck Infuse, his finger hovering over the screen for a moment before he confirmed it. [User cannot use Luck Infuse on Multiple targets] Klaus blinked in surprise, his finger still poised above the device. Huh? He quickly processed the message, and then a wry smile crept onto his lips. Of course. It’s not a universal weapon. It needs focus. He muttered to himself, shifting in his chair as the reality of his situation settled in. This wasn’t a tool for broad manipulation; it was a precision instrument, meant to tip the scales in his favor, one target at a time. He paused for a moment, thinking about the name he had adopted for
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 20
Cassandra hesitated, glancing at her iPad for confirmation. "The owner is a holding company registered in the Hayman Islands, sir. But the main beneficiary is Victor Martel." The name struck Klaus like a lightning bolt. Victor Martel. A man whose name was spoken in hushed tones, a shadow that loomed over the underworld. Klaus had crossed paths with Martel before—back when he was running a logistics company before his incarceration. Martel had been a ghost in the city’s criminal elite, untouchable, with fingers in every pie and the police force in his pocket. Martel. The man was a king in his own right. But even kings could be toppled. And Klaus? He was done playing nice. "Martel," Klaus said softly, the name rolling off his tongue like a finely aged wine. He paused, savoring the taste of it. "Interesting. Add him to the list." The words were deliberate, as if Klaus were already plotting his next move in a game that stretched far beyond mere business. He rose from his seat, the
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 21
Then, the cup responded in a hoarse, mechanical voice: "You are being followed." In that instant, Jack froze, his body going rigid. His eyes darted around the warehouse, scanning for any signs of intrusion. Klaus felt a thrill of unease. This wasn’t ordinary behavior. Jack was too aware, too alert. Klaus had underestimated him. Jack’s attention snapped toward two figures lurking in the shadows—his gaze sharpening with unsettling precision. He had spotted the clones. Then something more bizarre happened. The snake tattoo coiling around Jack’s neck began to writhe, its scales glowing with an eerie, unnatural light. The tattoo expanded, crawling across his chest and arms, as if it were alive—pulsing, shifting, undulating. Jack’s eyes rolled back, turning a clouded white. Klaus felt a surge of adrenaline. This was beyond human. This was something else—something supernatural. It was unreal. Before he could process the full scope of what was happening, Jack moved. With an im
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 22
A sharp, almost manic burst of laughter that sliced through the opulent hum of MegaBucks Casino Royale like a blade. Crystal chandeliers seemed to tremble with the force of it. The clatter of chips wavered, the murmurs of gamblers faltered. Eyes turned. Attention hooked. "You didn’t bother to inform me of any changes regarding my payment," Klaus declared, his voice raised just enough to carry. "It seems MegaBucks Casino Royale isn’t as reliable and legitimate as it claims to be." The casino had fallen into a peculiar silence, one where the hum of tension replaced the usual revelry. A woman in an emerald dress paused mid-sip of her martini, her gaze sharpening. A group of men at the roulette table leaned in, straining to catch every word. Anticipation crackled in the air. Randal, ever the professional, maintained his perfect facade, though a ghost of unease flickered in his sharp eyes. He despised public spectacles. They were bad for business. He offered a tight, practiced smi
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 23
"Excellent." Crane clapped his hands once. The sound rang out, sharp and decisive. "Then let's play an honest game. One devoid of tricks or shadows. One that will determine whether you leave here a richer man… or with nothing at all." Klaus felt a surge of satisfaction. He had maneuvered himself to the grand stage, a place where only the most elite players sat. This was exactly what he wanted. And then the world shifted. A notification flickered before his eyes. [Mission 2: Defeat your opponent without relying on the gift of gambling.] [Reward: Blessed Box or Cursed Box.] [Penalty: Permanent loss of Luck stat.] Klaus’s blood ran cold. What the hell?! Since when did his system work against him? How was he supposed to win whatever Crane had planned without his supernatural edge? Stay calm, Klaus. You’ve played more games than you can count. You can do this. He reminded himself that obstacles were meant to be conquered, that every challenge had a solution. And he was Kl
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 24
Crane smirked as he placed a hefty bet before the flop. Klaus matched it, his expression unreadable. The dealer revealed the first three community cards: ace, five, jack. A promising start for Klaus. He had top pair, but he needed to be careful. Crane raised the stakes, the tension in the air thick enough to choke on. Klaus considered his options before raising even further. Crane, for the first time that night, hesitated. The turn card: a king. A dangerous card, opening the possibility of a straight. Crane exhaled through his nose, pushing forward another mountain of chips. Klaus felt his heart pound, but he kept his face smooth. He had to see this through. Then, the river. A queen. Klaus exhaled silently. Two pair. Not the best possible hand, but strong. Strong enough to challenge Crane’s confidence. He inhaled deeply and slid all his chips to the middle of the table. "I'm all in." Crane's eyes grew wide behind his glasses. He fixed his gaze on Klaus, attempting to interpr
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 25
"Did you really think I would stroll into this casino without a backup plan?" Klaus chuckled, his amusement a deliberate jab. Crane stood frozen, his eyes burning with silent fury. He realized he had no way out. "How did you…?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. Klaus tilted his head, mockingly thoughtful. "Let’s just say I have my connections. And let’s also say the game has come to an end, Mr. Crane. The house doesn’t always come out on top. Sometimes, it gets exposed." "Here are the documents signing over my shares to you." Silas’s voice was a dry rasp, the sound of defeat clinging to the air like stale cigarette smoke. He pushed a thin stack of papers across the mahogany desk to Klaus, a pen following close behind. His sprawling signature marked his final, reluctant surrender. Klaus Whitlock, his expression an unreadable mask, picked up the documents with deliberate slowness. He wasn't one for theatrics, but he relished the moment. His eyes moved meticulously over e
The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock CHAPTER 26
"Everything is relevant when it involves my business, Randal," Klaus cut in sharply. He let the silence stretch, let the weight of his words sink into Randal’s already fractured psyche. Then he softened his tone, just enough. "But I’m a reasonable man. Give me everything you know on Jack—where he went, who he spoke to, what he was after—and perhaps we can work something out." Randal blinked. "Work something out?" Klaus offered a small, knowing smile. "I may be taking over MegaBucks, but I still need capable men. You’ve proven your loyalty in the past. Cooperate with me now, and not only do you keep your job—you move up. A promotion. Power, Randal. That’s what you want, isn’t it?" Randal’s breath hitched, his mind clearly racing. He nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. Absolutely. I’ll tell you everything." He hesitated, then added, "Jack was my lackey, my right-hand man in the casino underworld business. He did all the dirty work—enforcing, collecting debts, making problems disappear. I
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And until his system came back online, he would have to rely on his own skills and instincts alone. He crossed the suite silently, pulling the curtains shut and checking his phone. No new messages. No updates from the system. Alone in the quiet, dim room, Klaus sat by the window, watching the street below, his mind already racing ahead, planning his next move. Klaus sat on the edge of the hotel bed, his fingers moving deftly over Allison’s phone. He connected it to a discreet black device Richard Fitzgerano had given him months ago, during the chaos of the hotel scandal. The device was a marvel of clandestine technology — capable of silently combing through every shred of data on the phone: text messages, call logs, voice recordings, images, even hidden notes. All of it was being quietly siphoned, streamed in a time-based format straight into Klaus’s laptop. The faint hum of the device filled the room, blending with the muted noise of distant city traffic. Klaus leaned back in t
CHAPTER 91
The black van, monstrous and relentless, gave chase immediately, its front grill dented but very much operational. It was clear now — they weren’t interested in following him or intimidating him. They wanted him captured or worse. One hand on the wheel, Klaus grabbed his phone and quickly dialed the emergency number. His voice was steady despite the pounding of his heart. “I'm being chased," he said curtly as he took a sharp left turn, tires squealing. "Black van, license plate—" he glanced in his rearview mirror, barely catching the numbers through the blur, "—partial plate 67P5. I’m headed toward Eastbrook Avenue. Requesting immediate assistance." He ended the call without waiting for a response. He couldn’t afford to split his attention any further. Right now, every ounce of focus was needed to stay alive. The city around him turned into a maze of obstacles — honking cars, confused pedestrians, flickering neon signs. Klaus dodged in and out of lanes, slipping between a deli
CHAPTER 90
"This asshole insulted me after trying to hit on me!" Vanessa cried, crocodile tears welling up instantly. "I think you must have fallen on your head as a child," Klaus said, voice dripping with disdain. "To accuse me of hitting on you is laughable." Donavan’s jaw tightened, puffing himself up like a rooster ready to fight. "You got a big mouth for a nobody. Maybe you need a lesson in respect," Donavan said, cracking his knuckles. Klaus tilted his head slightly. A slight grin curved his lips. The atmosphere thickened, the energy in the casino crackling. It was about to be another headache. Before Donavan could lunge, Klaus’s demeanor changed. Like flipping a switch, Klaus unleashed the aura he normally kept locked down—a low, oppressive pressure that weighed on the mind and body, subtle yet unmistakable. Only those tuned to instincts felt it first. The nearby players shifted uncomfortably. Vanessa paled without knowing why. Klaus’s voice dropped into something silkier,
CHAPTER 89
But for now, she’d retreat. Regroup. Plot. Because no one made Allison Hunt feel small and got away with it. Not even Klaus Whitlock. The look in her eyes as she walked away was a quiet vow, a storm gathering at the edges of the night, promising this wasn’t over. --- Klaus watched her leave with a small, amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Some people never learned. He tucked his hands into his pockets, remembering the phone he had "liberated" belonging to Allison, and the mysterious auction items that his system had made him buy. His mind shifted back to the more immediate concerns—Isabella. He went upstairs where Isabella was waiting for him, perched elegantly on a velvet settee like a queen in exile. The room they used for private meetings was awash with soft golden lighting, casting long shadows across the mahogany floors and marble-topped side tables. From here, the hum of the casino below was just a distant whisper, like a restless ocean under the
CHAPTER 88
A jackpot machine erupted in celebration. But at a table, seated beneath a cascade of golden chandeliers and a low halo of smoke and velvet light, the atmosphere was something else entirely. Klaus Whitlock now leaned back in a chair. Across from him sat Allison Hunt, radiating poise and danger in equal measure. She wasn’t just another pretty face dressed in designer silk with a glint of charm in her eyes. No—Klaus had never expected the woman he once loved to be so shameless and calculated. “I’ve never really had a good friend,” she said softly, tracing the rim of her wineglass with a manicured finger. “Everyone I meet is after something. Status, money, fame. I just... I think you and I could be different. You seem real, Klaus. Like someone who’s above all the noise.” He didn’t respond immediately. His eyes studied her, not with lust or curiosity, but with the same scrutiny one might give a snake basking in the sun. Attractive, yes. But venomous. Then Klaus leaned in slightly,
CHAPTER 87
Klaus felt a slight twinge of skepticism but kept his expression neutral. He didn’t trust her words, but it was difficult not to notice the softness in her tone, the subtle allure in her body language. She was being careful—too careful. It was all an act, and Klaus was a master of recognizing when someone was playing a game, even when they dressed it in sweetness. "I’d love to buy you a drink, Klaus," she continued, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability now. "I think we could talk, get to know each other better. It’s been so long since I’ve had a real conversation with someone who doesn’t have an agenda, you know? It’s been... so lonely." She sighed softly, as if the weight of loneliness was somehow too much to bear, though Klaus was well aware of how she wore it like a mask. He could sense the subtle shift in her approach, the way she dropped the pretense of high society, trying to pull him into her world of fragile sincerity. But Klaus wasn’t fooled. He had seen enough lies
CHAPTER 86
She glanced at the laptop on her desk, eyes narrowing as she tapped a few keys. "Hold on, let me check the front entrance security cams," she muttered. The screen flickered for a moment, and she paused, her finger hovering over the mouse. “There. I see it. A black van.” Her voice was tight with tension as she turned to face Klaus. "Do you think they’re here for you? Or for me?" Klaus leaned forward, his eyes intense. "It’s hard to say. But I think it’s more than just about us. Whatever this is, it’s bigger. And it's hunting everyone connected to us." She could feel the chill in his words, the cold edge of fear that he barely allowed himself to show. Isabella swallowed hard, her throat dry. "Klaus, I don’t want to die. I can’t handle this. Between managing the casino, dealing with the constant threat on my life, and everything that's been happening… the disappearance of Silas Crane, Matthias Schneiden's death... it’s all too much." The sudden rush of emotion caught her off guard,
CHAPTER 85
The Floor Manager, his face a mixture of surprise and sudden respect, quickly bowed when Klaus showed his identification as a co-owner of the Megabucks Casino. The moment the realization hit, he immediately adjusted his posture, clearing his throat before offering to accompany Klaus to the office above. The air felt thick with the shift in power, the pit boss no longer seeing Klaus as just a patron but someone whose name carried weight in the casino. It was a small shift that spoke volumes. Klaus, ever the composed figure, acknowledged the change with a nod but didn't let his expression betray the undercurrent of satisfaction he felt. As they neared the entrance to the office, Klaus noticed Isabella standing there, her figure bathed in the dim light from within. She was waiting for him. The floor manager, bowing to her with the same deference, didn’t hesitate to retreat, his gaze lingering briefly on the powerful, enigmatic presence of Isabella before disappearing down the hallway
CHAPTER 84
Allison, ever the poisonous snake, massaged his shoulders. Klaus doubted they’d recognize him immediately. His features were different now, reshaped, refined. But they would remember the aura. And Duncan would remember the scandal at Thera Grand—the scandal that had flipped on national television, publicly castrating Duncan’s ambition. Klaus approached the dealer with casual grace. "Hey, I want in. I want to play." At the sound of his voice, heads turned. Duncan’s hand froze. He looked up, and a wave of disbelief struck his face—followed by immediate rage. His eyes narrowed. Allison’s hands stopped moving. Her face paled with fear, recognition flooding in. She looked at Klaus like a ghost had walked in and smiled at her. Klaus pulled a chair and sat without waiting for an invitation. He laid down a platinum case filled with chips. "Buy-in plus extra. Hope that’s allowed." The dealer looked to Duncan, who grunted and nodded. "Fine. Let him play." Round one began. The car
