The heavy metal door crashed into the suite.
A huge cloud of dust billowed up.
Luo Ye waved a hand.
He dispersed the dust in front of him.
The moment he got a clear look inside, his brows knotted into a deep frown.
This Presidential Suite, supposedly the most luxurious in the city, had been decorated like a pervert's slaughterhouse.
Rows of enormous glass specimen tanks hung along the walls, filled with pale yellow formalin.
Various human organs floated inside, along with exquisitely tattooed human skin and neatly severed limbs.
Several glittering crystal display cases stood in the most prominent spot. Inside were pairs of eyeballs that still shone with an eerie red glow in their nutrient solution.
They were scarlet eyes!!!
At the sight, all the blood in Gon's body rushed to his head.
His fists clenched until they turned white, and flames of anger burned in his golden eyes.
Killua gritted his teeth as well.
Though he was accustomed to life and death, this twisted appreciation of murder as art still made him physically sick.
Luo Ye, on the other hand, wasn't angry.
He simply raised his hands in an exaggerated gesture and clamped them over his eyes.
"Oh, my eyes!!!"
Luo Ye cried out loudly.
"This is fucking painful to look at!!"
He peeked through his fingers at the man in the middle of the room.
"Your taste really is something else."
"Even the haircuts old Mr. Wang gives back in the village have more artistic merit than this collection of junk."
In the center of the room, a man in an expensive Silk Robe sat on a leather sofa draped with a pure white animal pelt.
Tserriednich, the Fourth Prince of the Kakin Empire.
He held a glass of crimson wine, his long blond hair neatly