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Carlos pondered how to abduct him—no, he did not necessarily have to abduct that spoiled young master. He only needed to pry the information he wanted out of the guy.

After thinking for a while, Carlos had a rough plan in mind. As for the exact approach, he would play it by ear and see what the spoiled young master's itinerary looked like.

By the time he finished thinking, the cooking competition was more or less coming to an end. The chefs' dishes were being brought one by one to the judges' table. The portions served there were relatively small, while some waiters carried trays and cutlery over to the onlooking crowd.

No one dared rush forward anymore. The city government officials and the Mafia Members all dressed in brown suits and sunglasses were no joke. Anyone stupid enough to cause trouble would likely receive a lesson they would never forget!

Carlos had squeezed fairly close to the front and got to taste one of the dishes. It looked like seafood soup, though he could not tell what kind of seafood was in it.

As for the taste, Carlos lacked the vocabulary to describe it. All he could say was that it was delicious and fresh.

Once all the judges had tasted the dishes, they each gave their scores. The event was run quite professionally. In the end, the champion turned out to be a girl—an ordinary-looking girl with plenty of freckles on her face and a nice figure. She looked to be around eighteen.

Carlos was rather surprised. He had not expected this girl's cooking to be so good that she would win the championship. Even the youngest of the other contestants was around ten years older than her. Most were middle-aged, and some chefs had even entered old age.

Winning the championship showed that the girl had considerable talent for cooking. Still, it had nothing to do with Carlos. He merely felt a brief moment of admiration.

Once the cooking competition ended, the crowd gradually dispersed. Carlos also moved back, but instead of leaving the square, he casually found a spot, took off his mask, and lit a cigarette as though he were just relaxing. Yet his gaze remained fixed on the spoiled young master's whereabouts.

He also noticed that the champion, second place, and third place seemed to have joined the Royal Court Hotel. Honestly, for a chef, that was an incredibly high starting point. The Royal Court Hotel seemed to be a five-star hotel.

Five-star hotels were not the pinnacle in this world. In Carlos's former world, he had only a rough understanding of hotel ratings. Five stars were the highest rank there, though there seemed to be distinctions even among five-star hotels. As for the so-called six-star and seven-star hotels, they were self-proclaimed titles—nothing more than marketing gimmicks.

This world genuinely had six-star and seven-star hotels. Carlos did not know their rating standards, but he had heard of them. There truly were seven-star hotels in the world. The hotel aboard Gild Tesoro's ship in the movie was seven-star.

After finishing his cigarette, Carlos noticed the spoiled young master get up and leave, followed by eight cold-faced bodyguards. Carlos hurried after him.

The spoiled young master left by car. Carlos tailed him using the Byakugan's abilities. Fortunately, traffic in the city was not moving too fast, or he would have had to use his true speed.

He followed them all the way to the Royal Court Hotel. Carlos looked at the magnificent hotel, which practically screamed wealth from every angle, then walked in without hesitation. It was not as though he could not afford it...

In terms of the wealth he had at hand, Carlos had far more than some spoiled young master.

The moment he stepped through the hotel entrance, an attendant came to guide him inside. Her manner was gentle and polite, and she did not look down on him in the slightest just because his clothes were plain and informal.

That made Carlos quite comfortable. As expected of a five-star hotel—just look at that professionalism and service attitude. If this place was not five-star, then what was? Looking down on people based on their appearance was simply impossible here!

The attendant at the entrance led him into the hotel lobby, where another attendant came to guide him. This one was a beautiful woman in a black business suit. She was quite attractive—frankly, rather seductive. Anyone with certain tastes might not necessarily be able to resist!

But Carlos did not want her services. He waved his hand, and the woman in the business suit gracefully stopped, gave him a slight smile, and watched him leave.

That service attitude... Carlos really did feel at home. Thumbs up!

If the service could go deeper... Ahem. He was still young, so he would not think about such blush-inducing, blood-rushing things.

Carlos walked straight to the front desk. Naturally, the receptionists were all young women, and every one of them was no less attractive than the attendant who had greeted him. In fact, they looked even younger and prettier.

Carlos took out a black bank card loaded with Berries. It was issued by a bank directly under the World Government, and it held at least one hundred million Berries.

Although Carlos's card-drawing pose was nothing special, in the eyes of the receptionists, it looked incredibly cool and stylish—like driving a Ferrari one-handed.

The girls all beamed at him, sending flirtatious glances his way. Carlos kept a straight face. He was still young, yet these temptresses were already lusting after his body. How shameless. At the very least, they should wait until he grew up...

Although he was not short and his face looked fairly mature, his real age was what it was. He could not leak his vital essence; it would be beneficial to his martial arts training, especially the Golden Bell Shield. There would be plenty of time to consider such things after he grew up.

Once he was grown, he would turn back and properly deal with these temptresses lusting after his body!

Getting back to the point, amid casual conversation, Carlos used both his words and the Sharingan's hypnotic ability to influence them and pry out the location of the spoiled young master's suite—a top-tier suite on the highest floor. Ordinary guests were not allowed onto the top floor, so Carlos could only book a room directly beneath the young master's.

This hotel was insanely expensive. Room rates started at one hundred thousand Berries. Of course, that was merely the most basic expense, meaning the lowest-class room with everything else limited to the hotel's complimentary offerings, such as the staff meals.

Even the staff meals at this five-star hotel were luxurious and delicious, but there was still a significant gap compared to the carefully customized dishes prepared for guests. More importantly, the difference in prestige was simply too great. No one could afford that kind of embarrassment!

The people staying here were either rich or powerful. If you did not spend eight hundred thousand to a million Berries in a day, you would be too embarrassed to greet anyone else.

In the One Piece world, basic prices ten or twenty years later were around one hundred Berries. Right now, a newspaper cost about ninety Berries, a branded T-shirt cost around ten thousand Berries, and an ordinary sword cost between fifty thousand and one hundred thousand Berries.

On his way to his room, Carlos looked at the hotel's lavish decorations, the beautiful scenery outside, its complete and high-end entertainment facilities, and the handsome men and beautiful women walking around in pairs. All he could do was sigh at how dull and boring the lives of the rich were!

Although he was rich now as well, this was practically his first time having such an experience. Iron Island might produce iron ore in abundance, but in every other aspect, it was far inferior to Maglin Island.

Once he reached his room, Carlos flopped onto the incomparably soft bed, took off his sunglasses, and muttered to himself.

"Stay true to myself, stay true to myself. I don't want to become someone so dull and aimless. I want to be someone who can enjoy delicacies from the mountains and seas, yet also swallow plain tea and simple meals..."

"Now then, what's that spoiled brat doing? Let's take a look."

Carlos's eyes instantly transformed into the Byakugan. Veins bulged at both sides of his forehead as his vision pierced through the walls and beds, revealing four naked people in his sight, engaged in some primitive exercise...

"Fuck you!"

"Having sex in broad daylight, and with three women at that. You're utterly shameless. I... despise you!"

"Ah, ah, truly a spoiled young master. That body is way too weak, isn't it? He even needs medicine..."

"Let me take a closer look at his physical condition. If this keeps up, he'll probably die on a woman's belly within ten years at most."

An hour later.

"Forget it, I'm not watching anymore. I need to find a chance to properly teach this pervert—no, sex demon—a lesson!"

Thanks to Wei Wudi for the 100 Qidian Coins donation.