CHAPTER 446: LONDON’S SHADOW QUEEN

The headquarters of the First Terror Organization in London, England.

Kaka has been extremely busy lately. When Ye Ningyuan was the boss, Kaka was in charge of intelligence. After Ye Ningyuan resigned, he took over as the head of the First Terror Organization, and he’s swamped.

The international dark forces still look to the First Terror Organization and the Mafia as their leaders. Aside from arms trafficking, the Mafia has many other businesses, but the core profit source of the First Terror Organization is **arms**.

This includes profits from both legitimate and illegitimate arms channels. Almost all of the First Terror Organization’s above-ground businesses serve the arms trade, forming a massive underground and above-ground trading network. Governments worldwide cannot fundamentally dismantle the First Terror Organization and have to seek peaceful coexistence, even relying on them to control the flow of arms.

Several major European and American countries rely on the First Terror Organization’s arms to counter smaller nations in the Middle East and prevent terrorist attacks.

During Ye Ningyuan’s reign, the First Terror Organization was highly centralized. With the exception of Zhou Muhan, Bruno, and the Four Guardians (Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise), Ye Ningyuan would not easily allow others to handle arms deals that exceeded a certain limit.

Kaka, upon taking office, continued Ye Ningyuan’s style. The Four Guardians still assist him. Zhou Muhan and Bruno manage intelligence, information, assassination, and finance, respectively.

The other four are responsible for the First Terror Organization’s legitimate businesses, arms research, fund allocation, concealment of arms factories, and arms transactions. The division of labor is very clear. Despite this, as the leader of the terror organization, Kaka’s responsibilities remain heavy.

They haven’t expanded their scale in recent years, but the entire First Terror Organization is huge. They have their own navy, air force, satellite, funding network, and a vast, well-trained army. Their power is not to be underestimated.

Since the war between the First Terror Organization and the Mafia, Ye Ningyuan began planning to cultivate his own army, trained exclusively by the Special Agent Island, to prevent a similar war from happening again.

It was another all-nighter.

After seven consecutive all-nighters, Kaka was exhausted and worn out. He was woken up by a phone call after just an hour of sleep.

"Kaka, where are you?" Wushuang’s voice always carried a hint of a smile and a seductive tone. He was used to it and always found her voice particularly pleasant; it seemed to wash away all his fatigue.

"Bed!" He flipped over, laughing helplessly.

Wushuang paused. "Oh, mixing it up with some woman again? Your voice sounds weak. Were you pushing too hard last night?"

Kaka smiled faintly. "Yes, the passion was intense. I’m quite lucky."

"So useless, getting your energy sapped by a woman," Wushuang teased him with a laugh. Kaka chuckled, yawned, and asked Wushuang what she wanted. Wushuang scoffed, "Nothing. Bye."

She hung up without waiting for Kaka to reply.

Kaka stared at his phone for a moment, then tossed it aside to try and catch some more sleep. He lay there for a while but couldn’t fall back asleep. He called Zhou Muhan. "Han, find out where Wushuang is. Wake me up when you find her."

The Fire Phoenix Underground Casino.

The casino was bustling late at night. Gamblers lingered, reluctant to leave. The first three floors were nearly packed. Some had lost money, sighing and continuing to gamble, hoping for a turnaround. Others had won money, their greed unquenched, wanting to win more. Cheers and curses mingled, creating a deafening noise.

A woman in white walked up to the international roulette table and casually tossed a few five-million-pound chips down. Her obvious wealth drew attention. The dealer couldn’t help but look at her a few times. She was an East Asian woman, tall and well-proportioned, with fair skin and a pair of extraordinarily beautiful, light-colored eyes. Her features were deep yet mysterious. Her lips, curved in a faint, enigmatic smile, carried a hint of shadow and an alluring, dazzling charm that eclipsed everything around her.

The nearby gamblers all looked at her, some with amazement and some with lust.

The wheel spun. The woman’s lips held a light smile. She seemed to be constantly smiling, but upon closer inspection, one could detect a hint of coolness.

The first round, she was lucky and won.

A few tens of millions in chips was no small amount. She threw both the principal and her winnings back onto the table, betting again. The dealer’s smile froze as he looked at the terrifying amount of chips.

Few people bet this big on roulette. All the chips she held were the casino’s highest denomination, each worth five million British pounds. She threw tens of millions down in one go. Even if one was rich, this wasn’t the way to play.

She won several rounds in a row, accumulating hundreds of millions of pounds. Sweat beaded on the dealer’s forehead, and his handkerchief was nearly soaked.

The surrounding gamblers joined in, betting with the woman. Whatever she bet on, they bet on. It became a spectacle. Soon, a crowd gathered, their eyes red with excitement, betting frantically.

The woman stood among the crowd like a queen, completely unfazed. Her strange gaze held a domineering quality. Though her smile was gentle, it deterred people from approaching or even speaking to her.

The whole scene was like a group of stars revolving around the moon; she was the queen giving the orders.

In the casino’s surveillance room, the manager frowned. He was an East Asian man of medium build with thick hair, and a serious look. He ordered the staff to focus every camera on the roulette table, trying to see if the woman was cheating. Unfortunately, after watching for several rounds, he couldn’t detect anything.

The manager hurried downstairs.

Four different dealers had taken over, but the result was the same. It was incredibly unnatural. Some of the bolder gamblers who wanted to recoup their losses won millions, even tens of millions, in the blink of an eye. This was London’s largest underground casino, with no betting limit, so money came and went quickly.

The manager called a halt and spoke to the woman with excellent composure. "It’s too noisy here. Since you’ve come especially to play, how about playing where it’s more enjoyable? We have a VIP gambling room. Are you interested?"

The woman’s gaze, as she looked around, held a breathtaking charm. Her red fingernails tapped lightly on her lip. Her smile was soft. "Sure."

She agreed readily. The surrounding gamblers felt it was a shame. The manager discreetly gave the dealer a look. The woman gave a cold laugh. Gamblers who won this much money should leave quickly, or they would soon lose it all.

She walked a few steps and asked with a smile, "I heard the King of Gambling from Las Vegas is at the casino today. I wonder if he’s interested in a game with me?"