Zhebo said mildly, "Kakarot, you can head inside yourselves! My work here is done, so this is where we part!"
Kakarot and the others thanked Zhebo and said goodbye.
Watching their retreating figures, Zhebo glanced up at the top of the Hot Spring Hotel, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
Inside a lavishly decorated room, Troius Jeno sat at ease on a large, soft sofa.
He leaned back slightly, his legs casually crossed, one hand resting on the armrest. His fingers tapped rhythmically, producing a steady, powerful sound, like the drumbeat of fate.
His pale gray eyes narrowed slightly as he surveyed the scenery of Dream Fantasy City outside the room,
and a contemptuous, confident smile curled his lips, as though this entire city, or even the whole world, lay in the palm of his hand.
His black brocade robe hung slightly open, revealing his firm chest and the faint lines of his abs, exuding an intimidating sense of pressure.
In his other hand, he held a glass of richly colored red wine, gently swirling it. The wine spun in the glass, reflecting his stern face.
Occasionally, he took a small sip, his Adam's apple bobbing, his movements elegant yet carrying an air of dominance.
His cold, commanding voice rang out in the silent room.
"Kakarot? What 'delicious prey'!"
Yet a multicolored gleam shone in his gray eyes, making him resemble a strange demon god in the dim room!
The group entered the Hot Spring Hotel.
The hotel's interior was lavishly decorated, its walls inlaid with all kinds of gemstones that gave off a soft glow.
The floor was paved with smooth rainbow stones.
Two Welcoming Maids with graceful figures saw Kakarot and the others enter.
They approached with light steps and bent their knees slightly in greeting,