Draifort Hotel.
Because it was so far away, it hadn't been destroyed.
The Navy branch was on the other side of the island, after all. Some places had still been hit by the shockwaves, but the damage wasn't too severe.
Now, the owner and a group of waiters were personally waiting at the hotel entrance to welcome them.
Numerous gazes, both obvious and concealed, watched the seven figures descend from the sky.
"Welcome, Your Excellency Gild Tesoro, and all the representatives of the Richest Group!"
The hotel owner wasn't nervous at all when he saw Chaos and the others. Instead, he greeted them with enthusiastic warmth.
Who in the business of the high seas hadn't heard that Gild Tesoro was generous? Every hotel owner who had ever hosted him had made a fortune. As long as they served him well, they'd never have to worry about making money.
He was the wealthiest individual in the world, by universal acclaim.
A news magazine had even published a ranking of the richest people on the high seas, listing both groups and individuals!
Whether it was groups or individuals, Gild Tesoro ranked first.
He was a bona fide tycoon.
The calculation wasn't based solely on the gold Gild Tesoro currently controlled, but also his potential wealth—for example, the Gold-Gold Fruit.
"Snap!"
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Chaos snapped his fingers, and a rain of coins fell from the sky.
He was quite pleased with the hotel owner and his staff's warm welcome.
He had money to spare.
What a show of wealth!
"Here's a tip. Get us a few of the most luxurious rooms. Everything should be the most expensive."
"Yes, yes!"
The hotel owner struggled to contain his excitement as he looked at the small pile of gold coins on