Seeing this, the receptionist was somewhat nonplussed since she had assumed that Virus was a poor abnormal belonging to the lower middle class of society at most.
"Oh, would you look at me mistaking our young master for a poor man!" Grinning from ear to ear, she exclaimed jokingly. Still, slightly dubious, she picked up the card and swiped it once.
"What's the password?"
"6969."
"…"
"…"
"What?"
"…Nothing."
A few seconds later, finally receiving the confirmation of successful $100,000 withdrawal, agape, she returned the card and the receipt to him.
"Alright then, thank you, I'll be back in fifteen days."
"OK. Goodbye, Victor. Hope you'll be the victor and have a good win fifteen days from now on, hehe…" Teasing the disappearing back of Virus, the receptionist wondered, 'So weird, why is he so familiar… it's as if I've seen him somewhere.'
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