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"I always feel like there\'s something off about this place."

Dark Fox couldn\'t help but laugh as well; truth be told, he felt the same unease but couldn\'t quite articulate it.

It seemed as though the people here were too accustomed to their presence.

If today had been just any ordinary day, they wouldn\'t have minded, but the circumstances of their outing were indeed peculiar.

Walking alongside them was a person carrying a severed hand—what normal person would consider that to be perfectly normal? Yet, everyone at this place seemed remarkably composed.

Either everyone in the Rose Hotel was aware of what was truly happening, or such incidents were so frequent here that they had become unremarkable.

At a glance, however, these did not seem like particularly problematic people; perhaps such occurrences were just common in this place.

John looked at the badge in his hand, realizing it was unique to him.

Beside him, Dark Fox and Silver Tear merely possessed a different pamphlet.

It was also clearly stated that the pamphlet was subordinate to the badge.

Silver Tear rolled her eyes.

Although she had suspected that this was no good thing, she hadn\'t expected it to be so blatantly obvious—it was almost comical.

"I thought at least we were considered their guests, but now they pull this stunt on us. Let\'s just check it out first."

They had initially planned to head directly to the underground city, but John had stopped them, suggesting they first check out their rooms.

Silver Tear looked at John, puzzled.

It wasn\'t anything important, so why the sudden need to see the rooms?

"Don\'t forget that we came here either to tour or to find someone. We still need to play by some rules of the game," he reminded them.

They might as well keep up appearances to avoid being easily exposed—that wouldn\'t be fun at all.

Although they weren\'t particularly concerned, it didn\'t mean that Victor would feel the same.

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No one knew what might happen next or where Victor was currently being held.

So, their top priority was to find out where Victor was detained and then gather more information about the Rose Hotel.

As they entered the elevator, John kept one thing to himself.

He always felt there was a significant connection between the Rose Hotel and the Rose Bar, although he had never known exactly what it was.

But it didn\'t really matter now.

John noted that their room was on the 28th floor.

The Rose Hotel had over thirty floors.

In their view, the higher the floor, the more prestigious the status.

They had only taught a lesson to a blond punk, yet unexpectedly, they had been given a room on the 28th floor.

It wasn\'t the highest level, but it was respectable enough.

Silver Tear glanced at the badge on her assistant and smiled softly.

"Indeed, in the face of absolute power, all tests become pointless."

That blond punk was probably just bait for some people.

If they had been easily taken down, there would likely be many more complications ahead.

But if they could perfectly handle that person, it would be a different story.

This would prove that their strength truly surpassed those individuals and that they possessed enticing conditions for alliances.

Chaos Star was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Power was divided differently here, and many conditions prevailed.

The Rose Hotel was a neutral faction, with an unspoken rule: no large-scale brawls were allowed within its premises.

How issues were resolved privately depended on one\'s skill to evade the overseers.

Or, if one really couldn\'t stand it, they could head to the underground city for a duel to the death.

Upon entering their room, John and his group realized just how extravagantly the place was furnished.

Dark Fox and Silver Tear were left wide-eyed and speechless by everything in the room.

Here, pearls that glowed in the dark were used as decorative lights.

Curtains were made of sharkskin fabric, worth a fortune per yard.

Even the carpets were handwoven silk.

As for items like the sofas, they were crafted from purple sandalwood that had grown for over a thousand years.

"Just the 28th floor, and it\'s already this lavish; what on earth could the top floor be like…"

They didn\'t speak, but their minds were already bustling with thoughts.

Chaos Star was said to be the most remote and barren place.

Yet, this hotel was reshaping their views.

Just a hotel, yet it elevated itself to this level of luxury—and this wasn\'t even the most luxurious floor.

They found it hard to imagine what the top floor might be like.

And the power behind the scenes must be immense, to maintain neutrality among the various factions here.

John carefully felt the badge in his hand, detecting a faint magical aura emanating from it.

It posed no harm; it merely served as a record-keeping magic circle.

It likely tracked how much money he spent in this place or where he visited.

It seemed the Rose Hotel was nothing like he had imagined.

On the surface, it appeared to grant them a high degree of freedom, but in reality, it was not as they had thought.

With the badge, wherever they went, whatever they did was recorded.

Yet without the badge, they could do nothing at all.

It was a double-edged sword, a means for the Rose Hotel to keep an eye on them.

"What should we do next?"

Silver Tear couldn\'t help but ask out of curiosity.

Truth be told, she was also unsure about what to do next.

Since arriving at the Rose Hotel, she realized that this place was entirely different from what they had expected and was indeed fraught with dangers.

The most troubling part was that they did not know how their leader was faring.

If they truly fell into crisis, what should they do next? And how could they possibly rescue him?

"Wait."

John settled onto the sofa and slowly spoke this single word.

Dark Fox was momentarily stunned, then looked at John thoughtfully, perhaps forming some different ideas of his own.

Silver Tear was a bit confused, unsure what to say, but seeing the confidence in the others, she forcibly suppressed her own thoughts.

Indeed, what else could they do right now but wait?

They had no choice but to quietly await the other party making a move.

Since they had been given badges, it surely meant they were being watched for a reason.

If the other party did nothing, that would be truly bizarre.

After all, bringing them here with such pomp likely indicated a hidden agenda.

John carefully surveyed the room.

It was indeed lavishly decorated, with many items not seen elsewhere.

Without other options, they used their badges to order three meals.

It must be said, the food was indeed delectable.

Just as they finished their meal and prepared to rest, anticipating the night, a knock sounded at the door.

The group exchanged knowing glances, instantly understanding the situation.

It seemed their thoughts were correct; those people had indeed come knocking.

A wary expression appeared on John\'s face as he gripped his weapon and slowly approached the door to open it.