"What on earth is happening with your Rose Hotel? Why haven't you sent someone to intervene? Do you really want to see your guests die here?"
Silver Tear immediately lashed out at the nearby manager, who inwardly groaned and then gave a bitter smile.
"You see the situation here; how am I supposed to stop it?" he replied.
Silver Tear was taken aback, then glared at the manager through gritted teeth.
"What are you saying? Are you telling me you don't want to get involved?"
What would become of John then? Everyone knew how critical the situation was, and any delay could lead to disaster.
The manager gave a wry smile, helplessly.
"We really can't do anything. You see the state those two are in, right? You know what kind of people they are; we simply can't afford to offend either side."
Dark Fox was also frantic.
To be honest, he had never anticipated such a situation; he never thought that these two would show such disregard for the Rose Hotel.
While the two were incredibly anxious, John was distinctly feeling a change on his end.
He had managed to detoxify the other two, but when it came to himself, he now realized that the situation was different—this poison was overwhelmingly fierce!
He quickly felt his body beginning to succumb to the toxic invasion.
To others, John seemed no different, but only he knew that he was already poisoned.
Meanwhile, his system alerted him that his HP was dropping at an alarming rate of 300 points per second?!
Fortunately, John still had his blood shield; as soon as he lost any blood, it would instantly replenish.
Benjamin's expression had also started to turn serious.
He had initially thought that with the combined efforts of the two of them, this man would not last more than a minute, yet here they were, nearly two to three minutes later!
What kind of background did this man have?
Why did he possess such immense strength?
Francis scoffed coldly, and the oppressive feeling in the air intensified.
John felt as if all his internal organs were being continuously compressed, experiencing an intense suffocation.
It was as if, in that moment, all the air pressure in the surroundings had changed.
The green poison mist in the air was also becoming more apparent.
John's HP kept dropping to the bottom, then instantly filled up again.
John knew if he kept enduring this way, he couldn't last much longer.
He had to find a way to break free from this situation.
He was running out of time!
Just as he was pondering how to resolve the situation, he suddenly heard a familiar androgynous voice from behind.
"It seems I haven't come out for too long; you two no longer take me into consideration."
Francis and Benjamin exchanged looks, a trace of seriousness flashing through their eyes.
Then, in an instant, both withdrew their forces.
The pale green mist in the air gradually dissipated, and the intense atmospheric pressure vanished instantly.
Silver Tear and the others clearly felt that the thin membrane had completely disappeared.
The green mist seemed as if it were being drawn back into Benjamin's body, as if guided by some unseen force.
"Misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding," Benjamin resumed his façade of a smiling tiger.
It appeared as though everything that had just happened was a misunderstanding, or perhaps others were simply overthinking it.
However, they soon noticed a dense black mist beginning to thicken in the air.
Almost instantly, the manager bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle.
"Master!"
The headwaiter beside him did not hesitate either, bending over to bow without daring to utter another word.
They truly had not expected the boss to actually appear!
Who exactly was this person?
Why did such a young individual have connections with the boss?
In the past, when these two heavyweights caused trouble here, the boss would never intervene directly; at most, he would demand compensation.
The black mist did not speak, but rather, two tendrils extended from within, slowly wrapping around the headwaiter's neck.
His pupils dilated in terror as he began to float uncontrollably, frantically pulling at his neck.
He seemed to be desperately trying to separate himself from the black mist, but to no avail.
The black mist tightened further, completely ensnaring his neck.
His eyes bulged, and his tongue protruded involuntarily.
The air in his chest was compressed out in an instant, and he felt as if his internal organs were being crushed all at once.
As the headwaiter struggled in mid-air, bleeding from all orifices, the manager behind him dared not even lift his head.
His hands trembled uncontrollably, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead, quickly dampening the carpet in front of him.
By the time the man fell to the ground again, he had already lost all signs of life.
Yet, those around him dared not utter a word, nor did they dare to express any opinion, many keeping their heads bowed.
Some, upon seeing the black mist appear, had wisely chosen to leave early.
They all knew that the black mist was the Rose Hotel's owner!
The reason the Rose Hotel stood unchallenged on Chaos Star was not only due to its solid connections in the background but also because of the extraordinary strength of the owner himself.
They rarely saw the boss take action, but every time he did, he never failed.
They all speculated about the true extent of the boss's power; some guessed he was at the transcendent-tier, but others thought he must be at least at the cataclysmic-tier or even the apocalyptic-tier.
Some even considered the possibility of him being a semigod-tier powerhouse!
Every time, the boss resolved all matters effortlessly, never showing any signs of struggle or delay.
Now, with this man dead, not a single person dared to utter a word.
Even Francis and Benjamin fell silent, not speaking further, aware that this incident was targeted at them.
The manager saw the black mist slowly coiling around him and, terrified, fell to his knees with a thud.
"Master, spare my life!"
"I... I really couldn't stop it."
One was a supreme-tier and the other a transcendent-tier fighter; he was merely at the diamond-tier! He simply couldn't stand against these two.
The black mist swirled slowly, seemingly very displeased.
Then, that androgynous voice spoke again.
"If you can't stop them, then you're useless."
"And you should know better than I what happens to the useless."
The manager's eyes reflected utter despair, but he dared not attempt to flee.
Instead, he desperately bowed and pleaded, "Master, spare my life, please let me go this time, I promise to do better next time!"
Thump, thump, thump!
The manager kept bowing, his forehead visibly swelling and reddening, yet it was all in vain.
The black mist slowly wrapped around his limbs, and a trace of terror flickered in his eyes.
By the time he thought of escaping, it was too late.
The black mist tightly coiled around him, and he slowly began to float in the air.
The mist entwined his limbs and started pulling them outward.
He acutely felt pain at the joints of his body, but he no longer had the strength even to speak.
His neck was continually being pulled upward by the black mist, while his limbs were stretched in opposite directions.
Excruciating pain shot through his limbs into his brain, yet he could not utter a single word.
His mind went blank, tears involuntarily falling down his face.
The next second, his pants were wet—he had been literally scared into urinating.
The liquid trailed down his pants, quickly soaking the carpet, and the air soon filled with the foul smell of urine.