CHAPTER 84
Greg finally entered the club. It was crowded and bustling. He needed to create the impression that he was part of them, so he didn't try to look around.
He went to the receptionist and booked a VIP seat with his black card. The girl immediately made a phone call, and tall half, half-dressed girls approached Greg.
They led him to his table and served him drinks. They tried to flirt with him but he told them to go away. The receptionist was observing this. She immediately knew that he wasn't here for the girls. He's a dealer.
The receptionist made another call, and in no time, a huge man covered in tattoos appeared in front of him.
“What's your name, sir?” Greg glanced at him from head to toe.
“I guess I'll take my business elsewhere since everyone here seems so rude,”
