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A look of terror appeared on the maid's face, but ultimately, she bowed her head very respectfully.

"Yes!"

No one knew what would happen next, but defying the great Lord of the Black Mist meant only death awaited them!

John and his group took a moment to gather themselves, initially thinking there was nothing much to worry about; they would simply go when it was time.

However, just as they were about to depart, they heard knocking at the door again, and upon opening it, they saw the same beautiful servant.

The maid, with a gentle smile, looked at them very respectfully.

"I will be leading you to the upcoming event."

"Please follow me," she said softly, smiling tenderly and gesturing for them to follow.

John and his companions then put on their masks and followed her out.

As they donned their masks, they acutely sensed a faint magical fluctuation emanating from them.

"Is this mask also a magical artifact?" John asked as they left the room.

The maid nodded respectfully.

"Yes, they are specially made because some guests need to maintain an air of mystery and prefer not to be recognized. Once you wear the mask, you won't be recognized or identified by others. You can rest assured on that account."

John nodded.

The practicality of the mask exceeded his expectations.

There were times when he indeed preferred not to reveal his identity.

John and his companions followed the young maid towards the elevator.

This time, they did not stop at any other floors but went directly to the very bottom level.

"All expenses here will be recorded on your badge. If you find yourself short of funds or wish to take out a loan, you can also do so directly through the badge at the front desk," the maid explained.

"Our services are very accommodating. You can mortgage anything, whether it be your weapons, equipment, or even a part of your own body."

As the maid uttered these words, her expression remained unchanged, but it sent an involuntary shiver down Dark Fox's spine.

If everything could indeed be mortgaged here, did that mean other people's possessions could be as well?

John seemed to catch on to this point, a look of seriousness spreading across his face.

"Really, anything can be mortgaged? Even other people's belongings?"

The maid's expression did not change; instead, she smiled slightly and nodded.

"Yes, as long as you have the capability, anything can be mortgaged."

"Doesn't that lead to trouble?" John asked quietly.

The maid's face remained impassive, like a robot programmed with predetermined emotions.

"You jest. No one causes trouble here; those who do have already become fertilizer for the flowers."

Silver Tear quickly grasped the underlying meaning and smiled, nodding in understanding.

No wonder this place was so decadently luxurious, no wonder it possessed what others did not—it was because of this.

In the face of absolute power, everything else seemed a mere joke to those who wielded it.

Clearly, there had been troublemakers in the past, but all had ultimately failed.

The elevator continued its descent, and John noted that they were already three levels underground.

Yet, the elevator did not stop there but took them down to the fifth subterranean level before the doors slowly opened.

The maid addressed John with utmost respect.

"Please, follow me."

John and his companions exchanged looks, saying nothing, just silently nodding before stepping out.

If the suites at the Rose Hotel above had shown them what decadence was, then this place completely overturned their previous notions of what a hotel could be.

Surprisingly, the fifth subterranean level housed a massive coliseum.

Judging by its size, it seemed that nearly several kilometers around the Rose Hotel had been transformed into their underground city.

Such vast influence and grand architecture could not have existed without prior notice, yet everyone here seemed accustomed to it, which was entirely different from what they had imagined.

The maid led them forward with great respect, and they noticed that nearly everyone here wore masks.

Behind the masks, people seemed to act with reckless abandon, casting off inhibitions.

Many were openly carrying paramours in their arms, and some were already boldly making advances.

As a young woman, Silver Tear felt uncomfortable witnessing these scenes.

Nevertheless, she pretended not to see anything and silently followed John and the others.

Dark Fox was keenly aware that everyone here possessed considerable strength.

Even the servants were of silver-tier mastery.

The coliseum was immense, with a diameter of about 500 meters.

Surrounding the arena were tiered seats rising in steps, with some areas resembling private boxes.

It was clear that those sitting in the lower tier seats either lacked strength or status, while the private boxes housed individuals of noble standing and formidable power.

They had expected to be led to a spot near the edge of the arena, but to their surprise, they were taken directly to the top-tier private box.

Inside the box, two scantily clad maids were kneeling on the ground, their faces adorned with gentle smiles.
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They bowed deeply in respect as they looked up at them.

The table was laden with the most luxurious drinks and dishes.

Beside it was a tray with various items which John couldn't immediately identify.

But given the opulence of the room, they were undoubtedly not cheap.

"Are you sure this is our spot? Are you certain there hasn't been a mistake?" John raised an eyebrow slightly.

The maid maintained her gentle smile and nodded respectfully as she stepped further into the room.

"This is the room prepared for you. You are one of our most esteemed guests at the Rose Hotel. Even if it means using all our resources to please you, we would have no regrets; it is our honor."

Hearing this, Dark Fox couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

If they didn't all know that it was John's first time here, they might have suspected he had some connections at this place.

John found it amusing himself.

After all, it truly was his first visit here, and he had no idea who the mysterious owner behind the scenes was.

But now, it seemed likely that the Rose Hotel and the Rose Bar might indeed be connected; otherwise, they wouldn't receive such preferential treatment.

As for what that entailed, they would find out in time.

John and his companions entered the private box and found it indeed offered the best view of the entire coliseum.

At the same time, John noticed that their box faced a separate level across from them.

However, the box opposite was made of one-way glass, so they couldn't see inside.

But John's instincts told him someone was there, watching them.

John sat down boldly, regardless of who was behind the glass or who the puppet master was.

Now that they were here, they had entered the game.

It was time to see who would break the deadlock.