Chapter 916: Chapter 933: The Arena
"It’s over..." Upon hearing Ye Feng’s words, the manager and the hotel receptionist’s hearts sank to the bottom.
They were afraid of this exact situation, and in these few short minutes, they had internally prayed countless times that Ye Feng wouldn’t hold anything against them. But what was meant to happen, happened.
Rahu’s eyes flashed with anger, glaring at the manager and the receptionist, "Mr. Ye, rest assured, these two fools dared to treat you like this. I’ll fire them immediately and have them pack up and get out!"
With those words, the hotel manager and the receptionist were utterly stupefied, their eyes filled with despair. They were immensely regretful; had they known Ye Feng held a Supreme Black Card, how could their attitude have been so arrogant?
Soon, under Rahu’s guidance, Ye Feng and his friends arrived at their room.
Rahu handed Ye Feng his business card and said, "Mr. Ye, here’s my card. Let me know if you need anything. I won’t disturb your rest..."
After speaking, Rahu left, and Neil said to Ye Feng and his group, "Mr. Ye Feng, I’ll head back for now. Rest well. I’ll come back for you in the morning, and then I’ll take you around Mengdu."
With three days left until the auction, Ye Feng and his group decided to have Neil show them around first.
Ye Feng asked, "Neil, you know where the Mengdu Arena is, right?"
Upon hearing this, Neil was startled and asked curiously, "Mr. Ye Feng, do you want to go to the arena?"
Ye Feng nodded, having learned from the assassin that their organization operated within the arena. Naturally, Ye Feng intended to go there—partly to search for information on Ali and partly to eradicate the assassin organization.
Neil said to Ye Feng, "Mr. Ye, entering the arena might be a bit difficult!"
"Oh? What difficulties?" Ye Feng asked.
"To enter the arena, you need to prove you have assets of at least 50 million," Neil explained to Ye Feng.
Though Neil now knew that Ye Feng wasn’t an ordinary person, the ingrained belief that the Dragon Country was poor was deeply rooted in D Country’s people. For ninety percent of D Country’s populace, 50 million is an unattainable amount across several lifetimes. Even a third-tier noble wouldn’t have 50 million.
Neil doubted whether Ye Feng could muster such an amount.
However, Ye Feng nodded easily, "It’s simple. Just take us there when the time comes!"
Neil nodded and agreed, "Alright, I’ll be at the hotel to pick you up at 9 AM tomorrow..."
After agreeing, Neil left the Mengdu International Hotel.
In the blink of an eye, the next day arrived, and as promised, Ye Feng and his group met at the hotel. Neil took them directly to the arena.
The Mengdu Arena is truly a haven for the wealthy in Mengdu. Only those with true wealth in Mengdu would enter the arena. It is grand and majestic, its renovations akin to the Roman Colosseum.
Then, Neil led Ye Feng and his group into the arena, where they immediately heard loud roars and sounds of battle resounding through the space, creating an intensely heated atmosphere.
The audience was frantic, and the cheers and shouts were deafeningly loud.
Subsequently, Neil brought Ye Feng to the arena’s front desk. Despite having a bit of a gut feeling of anxiety.
Neil knew that to enter the arena, one must prove their assets total at least 50 million.
He doubted whether Ye Feng indeed had such wealth. While Ye Feng gave Neil an extraordinary impression, it still didn’t ascertain immense wealth.
"Hello, miss, we’d like to get a membership card for my guest to enter the arena." Neil said.
The receptionist looked up, first at Neil, then at Ye Feng.
Upon seeing Ye Feng, a visible sneer emerged in the receptionist’s eyes as she asked impatiently, "Is it you or your guest who needs a membership card, or do both of you need one?"
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Neil replied, "Of course, it’s my guest who needs one."
The receptionist nodded and asked Ye Feng indifferently, "Are you from R Country or H Country?"
Ye Feng answered, "From the Dragon Country..."
"Dragon Country?" The receptionist was momentarily stunned, then showed a disdainful expression.
"I’m sorry, but we can’t issue you a membership card."
Ye Feng, Han Yi, and Lin Shiyu were all taken aback, "Why? Why can’t we get a membership card?"
The receptionist replied impatiently, "Isn’t it obvious? Your Dragon Country is the poorest country in the world. You know, to become a member here, you must prove your assets reach at least 50 million. Are you not self-aware? How could you Dragon Country people possess 50 million?
I’ve heard that your richest person in Dragon Country, someone called Jack Ma, only has a few billion. How could you poor people qualify to be members of our arena?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Shiyu and the others were so furious that their faces turned bright red. How the D Country people had such confidence to claim Jack Ma only had a few billion was beyond them.
Jack Ma’s wealth, while not comparable to top elite families, is certainly formidable in Dragon Country, with billions to his name, but the D Country people simply wouldn’t believe it.
"Surely, I can take them in?"
Just as Lin Shiyu and the others contemplated getting angry, a voice reached their ears.
A young man with fair skin and exceptionally handsome features and brown hair slowly walked over to Ye Feng and his group.
The young man appeared exceedingly arrogant, and his attire was of extreme luxury. With one glance, it was evident that he was a highly esteemed noble in D Country.
Accompanying the young man were two well-built men with strong Blood Qi, clearly his bodyguards, whose powers had reached the late stage of Inner Strength, a truly rare level among ordinary people.
Upon seeing the young man, the receptionist and Neil both showed expressions of respect.