The most bustling, prime stretch of Yorknew City.
The streets here were wide enough for six heavy armored vehicles to drive side by side.
Fountains carved from pure white marble lined both sides of the road.
The Royal Holiday Hotel stood right at the center of the street.
Hundreds of stories tall, the building gleamed in the sunlight with the blinding gold unique to the nouveau riche.
Luo Ye wore his loud, garish Hawaiian shirt.
He held two huge handfuls of meat skewers grilled on red willow sticks, freshly bought from a roadside stall.
He chewed the meat, his mouth smeared with grease.
His battered cloth shoes slapped against the marble tiles.
Shizuku walked behind him, adjusting her black-framed glasses.
Killua had both hands resting behind his head.
He looked at the absurdly luxurious hotel ahead.
Then he rolled his eyes in utter despair.
"Are you sure we're just going to walk straight in???"
Killua lowered his voice.
"The guards outside are all elite royal soldiers from the Kakin Empire's private forces."
"They'd investigate eighteen generations of a fly's ancestors before letting it in..."
Gon followed beside Killua.
His golden eyes brimmed with excitement.
He could hardly wait to see what a ticket to the Dark Continent looked like.
Luo Ye casually tossed his used skewers into a nearby trash can.
"I don't even know what to say to that."
"We're here to pick up stock."
"Are we supposed to email them for an appointment first?"
Luo Ye wiped the grease from his mouth.
"Your boss makes millions a minute."
"The things I hate most are waiting in line and jumping through hoops."
In front of the hotel's massive gold-plated revolving door.
Two rows of fully armed private soldiers stood ramrod straight.
They held the latest high-powered laser rifles.
Their