May 2115.
The Pei Guode Hotel had been officially open for two years.
It quickly became a refuge for the wealthy.
To rent a room for one night costs 500,000 Langke, and for a VIP room, the price is five times that.
Nevertheless, rooms were still hard to book.
The hotel promised an impenetrable sanctuary, asserting that guests would never die there as long as they could pay.
Blood-money earners, assassins, politicians forming exile governments... all poured in.
Its owner was a mystery, no one considered Rada Gan to be the boss; they all knew who the real owner of the hotel was, but no one dared to utter the name.
Don't even think about it.
Time never ceased, and the world never stopped hurtling towards death. The southern countries of the Eastern Zhou once again fell into war, leadership changes within Yin Country were frequent, and Zhao Ling had long been absent from the news.
