Rose Hotel Booked Out, Uninvited Guests (Dai Mubai) and Dogs Not Allowed

The sunset in Suotuo City carried a hint of ambiguous warmth.

As the main city of the Balak Kingdom, its prosperity far surpassed that of a rural place like Nuoding City. Shops lined both sides of the street, the cries of Spirit Masters and merchants rising and falling, the air filled with a mixture of cheap perfume and roasted meat.

Qian Mo held Zhu Zhuqing's hand, strolling leisurely.

As they walked through the streets, these two were like diamonds that had accidentally fallen into a pile of gravel, dazzling to an unreasonable degree.

Qian Mo wore a platinum robe, looking lazy and casual, his face as if it had a built-in soft-focus filter. Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, wore that priceless Moon White Brocade Skirt. Her cool and aloof demeanor forcefully isolated her from the surrounding clamor. With every step she took, the flowing radiance of her skirt made passersby hold their breath.

"Bang!"

A middle-aged man, who had been staring blankly, walked straight into a lamppost by the roadside. Blood streamed from his nose, but his eyes were still fixed on Zhu Zhuqing's retreating figure, muttering to himself, "Good heavens... which fairy has descended to earth?"

Qian Mo turned his head, a half-smile on his lips, "It seems I'll have to give you a veil when we go out from now on, otherwise Suotuo City's traffic will be paralyzed."

Zhu Zhuqing's earlobes turned slightly red, and she gently tickled his palm with her finger, "Stop joking."

The two stopped in front of a building with a peculiar design.

The Rose Hotel.

The entire hotel was twenty meters high, its exterior decorated with huge red rose reliefs. It looked enchantingly red under the sunset, exuding a "naughty" and extravagant aura.

"The taste is a bit vulgar," Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly, her evaluation quite honest.

"It's a bit vulgar, but the bed is soft," Qian Mo pulled her into the lobby, "We'll make do tonight."

Inside the lobby, a red carpet was laid out, and the air was filled with a strong rose fragrance.

The Manager behind the counter was listlessly calculating accounts. He looked up when he heard footsteps and was instantly struck by the aura of the two, causing him to stand up straight.

As a hotel manager who had seen countless people, he could tell at a glance that the fabric on these two, even a handkerchief, would be enough to buy half his establishment.

"Two... two distinguished guests, are you here to stay?" The Manager's voice became respectful.

Qian Mo didn't speak. Two slender fingers held a card, which he placed gently on the counter.

It had a purple-gold base, with black-gold trim, and a faint pattern of a Six-winged Angel printed in the center.

Martial Soul Hall Supreme Black Card.

Universally accepted across the continent, with unlimited overdraft, and seeing the card was like seeing the Pope himself.

The Manager's pupils contracted sharply to the size of needle tips, and his hands trembled as if he had received an electric shock. He had seen this card on the title page of the headquarters' training manual; it was a top-tier token that even the emperors of the two great empires would show deference to!

"So it's..." The Manager was about to kneel and pay his respects.

Qian Mo raised his index finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture, "Low profile. We'll take the 'Red Ocean' on the top floor."

"Yes! Yes! I'll process it for you right away!" The manager wiped cold sweat from his brow and fumbled for the key.

Just then.

"Manager! Where the hell are you? Same old, same old, Red Ocean!"

An arrogant and overbearing voice, accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, boomed in from the main entrance.

Qian Mo's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't turn around.

Through his Omniscience Omnipotence perspective, he saw a Blond Youth swaggering in, arm in arm with a pair of hot-bodied Twin Sisters.

The youth was dressed in luxurious clothing, but his face had a jarring incongruity—his left cheek bore a fading bruise, and when he spoke, his mouth leaked air, revealing a newly-capped Gold Tooth that gleamed under the lights.

It was none other than the Fallen Prince, Dai Mubai.

For the past three years, ever since Qian Mo had intercepted his destiny, Dai Mubai's life had been quite miserable. Although his soul power had barely reached level 37, his nouveau riche aura had only grown stronger.

The manager's hand, holding the room card, froze mid-air, his face a picture of distress. "Dai... Young Master Dai, the Red Ocean has already been booked by this distinguished guest."

"Booked?"

Dai Mubai pushed away the Twin Sisters in his arms, his Gold Tooth bared, his eyes fiercely fixed on Qian Mo's back. "In Suotuo City, someone dares to snatch my room? I think he's tired of living..."

Before he could finish, his gaze swept over Zhu Zhuqing, who stood beside Qian Mo.

In that instant, Dai Mubai felt as if he'd been struck by lightning.

That silhouette... that inherent coldness etched into his bones... and that Netherworld Aura that made his very soul tremble.

"Zhu... Zhu Zhuqing?!"

Dai Mubai cried out in disbelief, his voice sharpening to an almost piercing pitch.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had been admiring the mural in the lobby, turned around slowly at the sound of her name.

Her exquisite face remained utterly impassive, her gaze as indifferent as if she were looking at trash on the roadside. She stood there in her Moon White Brocade Skirt, exuding nobility and purity; in comparison, the Twin Sisters beside Dai Mubai instantly paled into common adornments.

"It's you," Zhu Zhuqing said faintly, her voice devoid of any inflection.

Dai Mubai's eyes turned bloodshot, his chest heaving violently.

Shame, anger, jealousy—a torrent of emotions instantly overwhelmed his reason.

Was this the fiancée he had abandoned? The little girl who used to cry in a corner?

She had become so beautiful! So beautiful that he dared not look directly at her!

And now, she was standing beside another man!

"Good... Good!" Dai Mubai laughed in extreme anger, his hand pointing at Zhu Zhuqing trembling. "You still dare to appear before me? And bring some pretty boy to book a room? Zhu Zhuqing, have you no shame?!"

"This isn't Star Luo, nor is it the Martial Soul Hall!"

"Boom!"

The White Tiger Martial Soul suddenly possessed him, and three soul rings rose from Dai Mubai's feet. His muscles bulged, his golden hair danced wildly, and that Gold Tooth looked particularly ferocious.

"Today, I will cleanse the house for the Zhu Family! Cripple this pair of dogs and bitches!"

The guests in the lobby screamed and scattered in fear.

Qian Mo still had his back to Dai Mubai, his fingers lightly tapping on the marble countertop.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The rhythm was brisk.

"Omniscience Omnipotence tells me," Qian Mo sighed softly, his tone carrying a hint of helpless compassion for the world. "If some people don't have bad luck, then it's truly unbearable to heaven and earth."

In his mind, a System Prompt sounded cheerfully.

[Passive Trigger: Absolute Luck · Reverse Critical Hit (Lv.Max)]

[Target Locked: Dai Mubai.]

[Misfortune Script Loading...]

"White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!"

Dai Mubai roared, light condensed in his mouth, and he pushed off the ground. The entire person shot towards Qian Mo like a cannonball.

However.

The moment he exerted force.

The expensive wool carpet, which normally wouldn't deform even if an elephant stepped on it, suddenly and strangely curled up a small corner.

Not much, just one centimeter.

But in a high-speed charge, this one centimeter was a chasm.

"Trip--!"

Dai Mubai's left foot tripped his right, and his body instantly lost balance. The attack originally aimed at Qian Mo went wide, blasting into a nearby load-bearing pillar.

And he himself, once again turned into a flying person, face-down, smashing hard towards the ground.

But this was just the beginning.

The "White Tiger Blazing Light Wave" that was just fired and missed, by sheer bad luck, hit a metal hook above a load-bearing pillar.

That hook was connected to a massive, luxurious chandelier weighing thousands of pounds and made of three thousand crystals, located in the center of the lobby.

"Crack."

The crisp sound of metal breaking was clear and pleasant.

Dai Mubai, who was lying on the ground preparing to get up, raised his head as if sensing something.

What met his eyes was an extreme, dazzling brilliance.

And a crystal shadow that was growing larger and larger.

"Holy..."

"BOOM--!!!"

The tremendous noise shook the entire hotel.

Dust billowed everywhere, and shattered glass flew.

The expensive crystal chandelier landed precisely, perfectly, and without deviation, burying Dai Mubai completely.

The Twin Sisters let out piercing screams, their faces drained of color as they cowered in a corner, trembling.

Silence fell over the entire scene.

Only from beneath the pile of broken glass did a few weak twitches occasionally sound.

Qian Mo then slowly turned around.

Not even the hem of his clothes was disturbed, and he still held the room card in his hand.

He walked to the pile of rubble and looked down at a trembling hand sticking out from the shards of glass.

"This hotel's security measures aren't very good."

Qian Mo shook his head, his tone playful, "Why do you put trash in the lobby? Even the lights can't stand it."

The Manager was already scared out of his wits, his face ashen white: "This... this..."

If Young Master Dai were to die in his establishment, a hundred lives wouldn't be enough to compensate!

"Don't panic."

Qian Mo patted the Manager's shoulder and casually stuffed the black card into the Manager's shirt pocket.

"This chandelier, consider it my treat."

"Also, this hotel, I bought it."

Qian Mo surveyed the surroundings, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable dominance.

"Now, clear the place."

"Throw this 'trash', along with his entourage of women, out."

"From now on, this place belongs to Qian."

The manager froze for a full three seconds.

Then, he glanced at the black card in his pocket, and then at Dai Mubai, who was half-dead in the ruins.

Weighing the pros and cons, it happened in an instant.

"Security!!" the manager roared, "What are you waiting for! Throw these troublemakers out! Don't dirty the new boss's place!"

Several burly Spirit Master security guards immediately rushed forward. Like dragging a dead dog, they pulled the blood-soaked Dai Mubai, whose gold tooth had been knocked out, from the piles of glass and dragged him towards the main entrance.

A long bloodstain was left on the ground.

Zhu Zhuqing watched this scene quietly.

She watched the fiancé who had once made her fearful, despairing, and feel like a mountain, now being thrown out the door like a stray dog.

A certain shackle in her heart shattered completely.

So, he was nothing special after all.

So, in front of this man, the so-called imperial power, the so-called engagement, were just a joke.

Zhu Zhuqing turned around and looked at Qian Mo's handsome profile.

Her heart beat very fast.

As if possessed, she took a step forward, linked her arms with Qian Mo's, and stood on tiptoe.

Under everyone's watchful eyes.

In the center of the lobby, littered with debris.

On that face that always wore a lazy smile, she gently pecked him.

Warm and soft.

"Thank you."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was very soft, but it carried an unprecedented firmness and charm.

"My... God."

Qian Mo touched his cheek, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He smoothly wrapped an arm around her slender waist and headed towards the stairs.

"Verbal thanks won't be enough."

"Tonight's 'Red Ocean', we'll have plenty of time to settle this score."

Zhu Zhuqing's face instantly turned crimson, but she didn't let go. She merely buried her head deep into his chest.

Outside the door, the sunset sank.

The nightmare belonging to Shrek had only just begun.