Chapter 250: CCL. White-faced Gentleman Slayer
An upscale hotel in the Inner City.
Doringger’s property, situated in the most bustling district near the castle, had once transformed into a commercial port during the CBD era.
For some uninvited corporate representatives, they could find their own places to stay. Invitations would be sent out; there were no shortage of potential partners.
As for the powerful companies, of course, the highest-standard accommodations were arranged.
Reggae Defense clearly possessed such strength, selling all kinds of firearms, artillery, contraband, and particularly potent magic energy devices.
Setting aside some underhanded state governments, Reggae Defense almost dominated one-seventh of the entire underground arms trade market. Sometimes, they even acted as a proxy for nation rulers, selling weapons to support other countries, indirectly dealing lethal blows.
Reggae Defense certainly qualified for Doringger to place them in his own grand hotel.
And now, in the hotel lobby.
"Your plant arrangements are all wrong; they’re placed incorrectly. It’s obvious you don’t know the trade, and yet you open a hotel; are you lacking in brainpower?" Archer was always a bit clueless, couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and after plucking a leaf, he crushed it in his hand, "Wow, it’s actually real."
The hotel lobby attendant was stunned and mentally on the edge—what kind of troublesome guest was this? Did he know who had clout here?
The duty manager signaled the attendant not to do anything rash. Sharp enough to have reached his position and with bright ideas, he knew these three were from Black Sail; he’d also heard some intriguing rumors today.