The next morning, Larry sent Brock to handle the aftermath of the trade center attack as soon as he woke up."Use the money in my private vault," he said, leaning back in the hospital bed. His voice was still a little hoarse. "Replenish the meds in the healing center first, then issue emergency deposits to the pack members who were injured last night. And provide compensation to the damaged stalls as well."Brock nodded and left with Larry's card.However, less than half an hour later, he returned with a confused expression on his face."Alpha," he said, crouching by the bed, speaking in a low voice. "There's no more money on the card."Larry looked at him and frowned."What did you say?"Brock showed him his phone screen and spoke in an even lower tone, "I got someone to check the transaction records, and the card was literally emptied yesterday."Larry took the phone from him and scrolled down.There were payments made for jewelry, haute couture gowns, health supplements, im
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