Novel & Cerita Bob Semple Tank

At its center stood a transparent, blast-proof tank, filled with water kept at freezing. At the bottom of the tank, waterproofed chips covered the glass floor. Denominations from ten thousand up to five hundred thousand. Dante stopped at the tank and let go. I hit the carpet in front of it. He crossed to a leather sofa and sat. Didn't have anyone light his cigar. Sabrina sat beside him and tipped her face up at the tank as if it were a piece of art. "Dante, I heard there's three million in that tank." She turned to look at me. A light smile.

“A guy who married into a second-tier family, Shangrila Group’s chairman, and the one who orchestrated the whole thing with Lil Dee, the pain in the ass for Samson Hobbs… This guy is interesting.” Tank chuckled when he got the report from his assistant right outside the hospital. “Book a suite in the most expensive hotel in Lilyrose and then invite Kaze Lee to dinner,” Tank said. The female assistant was surprised. She blurted, “Mr. Gebach, this man is a piece of trash. Isn’t this a little overkill? There’s a line waiting to invite you to dinner, sir.” Tank was also a famous figure in the investment world, enjoying the same status as Samson.

They all look so similar yet so different, I can't even describe it. Damian stops just in front of a building with 'Tank's Tattoo parlor' written in big, black letters, this is not a place I'd ever consider being a training ground for the supernatural . He pushes open the revolving door to reveal a stocky looking bearded man at the front desk who is completely covered in a tattoos . As soon as he spots Damian his face breaks into a smile. "Aye, Damian, long time no see." The stocky man bellows as he comes out from behind the counter and gives Damian what looks like a bone crushing bro hug. Ouch. "It has been a long time, Tank, my man." Damian says with an equally big grin splitting his face.