Inside the Grand Bell Tower, everything gleamed with splendor. Air rich with perfumes and incense swirled to the elegant notes of a piano.
Today marked the start of "Charity Week." Ladies and gentlemen from Sky City would spend a week in the Grand Bell Tower to learn how the common people lived.
They had booked the entire place, with fine wine and buffet spreads available around the clock.
The tables bore exquisite foie gras, red wine, and the fruit wines favored by the ladies, as well as salmon belly from the East Sea and king crab from the north...
Zheng Chengdong strode in swaggeringly, arm in arm with an aristocratic lady.
He had rough skin and a wild beard, and wore a black tank top that exposed his powerful arms and chest.
The aristocratic lady beside him was aflutter with desire.
There were always women who liked burly, uncouth older men.
They followed the winding staircase up to the fourth floor and entered the lady's room.
Her eyes were already hazy, their greedy sparkle outshining even the diamond necklace around her neck.
Zheng Chengdong lowered his eyes. From his angle, he had an unobstructed view.
He sighed inwardly. Since his wife had died ten years ago, he had never touched another woman. His mental anguish often brought on hallucinations, and he had to visit Sky City for treatment.
"Sorry. Just get some sleep."
He reached out and struck the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious.
Then, following the Grand Bell Tower's guest list he had obtained beforehand, he slipped into luxury suite 606 on the sixth floor.
Soon, someone opened the door.
"Dusha, thank you for walking me back. I had a wonderful time drinking today. What a shame Anderson wasn't there."
"Who knows where he ran off to?"