Heaton Hotel! Ling Shuang's Waist!

Melbourne, South City District.

As the second-ranked district in the supercity of Melbourne in terms of economic strength,

the entire South City District was exceptionally prosperous. At the heart of its main urban area stood an extraordinarily luxurious building.

Heaton Hotel!

It covered an area of more than four thousand square meters and stood only a little over twenty meters tall.

Compared to the surrounding buildings, which were often fifty or sixty meters high, it seemed somewhat short.

However, in order to accommodate as many residents as possible, Melbourne's buildings had been constructed taller and taller.

Buildings that were slightly shorter like this were what truly stood out as unique and distinctive.

Metahuman squads patrolled back and forth around Heaton Hotel at all times.

Passing pedestrians looked at the building with a hint of envy.

A single meal at Heaton Hotel cost at least seventy or eighty thousand Blue Star Coins.

Even for Metahumans, that price was considered expensive.

"Sorry, sir. Heaton Hotel has been booked out tonight. You cannot enter without an invitation."

When a man in a suit tried to enter with his female companion, the doorman stopped him.

"We sincerely apologize. You may come again tomorrow evening. This is a gift prepared for you."

The doorman politely handed him a gift.

It had to be said that Heaton Hotel truly deserved to be called a top-tier hotel. Even such minor details were handled impeccably.

"Damn, someone even booked out Heaton Hotel? Who's that rich?"

Although he had been turned away, the man in the suit was not unhappy in the slightest because of the polite treatment. He was merely puzzled.

Anyone capable of booking the entire Heaton Hotel was definitely no ordinary person.

Just as the man was about to leave with his companion, a man and