Several ragged children were holding roses in their hands, trying to sell them to the VIP guests passing by.
Leno swept his gaze over them and instantly understood the whole situation.
Seeing Leno stop walking, Tesoro followed his line of sight and glanced at the children before asking in confusion,
"What's wrong, Mr. Leno?"
"Oh, nothing. Let's go."
Leno gave him a meaningful look, then entered the hotel as if nothing had happened.
Then again, for Tesoro to rise so quickly in such a short time, it would be impossible without some dirty methods.
Judging by the calm indifference in his eyes when he looked at those children, he clearly saw such methods as completely normal.
Although Leno had no desire to meddle in such affairs, he could not help sighing inwardly.
Over the years, Tesoro had used fraud, deception, and the control of his ability to enslave those who had lost everything.
He squeezed them for all they were worth day and night, treating them as toys and deciding their lives on a whim.
It was exactly the same as the Celestial Dragons who had once bought his lover!
Leno could not help but sigh at that.
Human hearts truly were fickle.
The Tesoro who once hated and despised the Celestial Dragons was long gone.
The man standing here now, dressed in luxury and worth billions, had been completely devoured by his lust for wealth and power.
After climbing upward through endless schemes and tricks, he had become addicted to the pleasure of controlling others.
It truly proved that old saying:
Those who slay dragons eventually become dragons themselves.
Leno shook his head almost imperceptibly and let out a silent sigh.
Why were all the people connected to him such thoroughly wicked bastards? Doflamingo was one, and Tesoro was another.
Did he have some strange constitution? Leaving women aside, every man who got close to him seemed to be a villain.
Thinking of that, he shook his head helplessly once again.
Forget it. As long as they did not harbor any ill intentions toward him, they could do whatever they wanted.
The world was vast, and darkness existed everywhere. He had no saintly desire to save everyone.
While thinking about these things, Leno chatted casually with Tesoro from time to time. Soon the two arrived at the floor where Tesoro had prepared a room for him.
The moment they stepped out of the elevator, the big-headed Mr. Tanaka popped out from the wall again.
He first bowed respectfully to Leno, then looked at Tesoro with a troubled expression and said,
"Lord Tesoro, the Supreme Suite you prepared for Lord Leno has been taken a liking to by a Celestial Dragon."
"They are currently making quite a scene about it. What should we do..."
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Leno's reaction, afraid that this powerful figure might also become displeased.
But he truly had no choice. The other party was a Celestial Dragon. No one dared to defy them.
Their entertainment city claimed to be an independent nation where even the World Government could not interfere in internal affairs.
But those rules meant nothing before the Celestial Dragons. They enjoyed privileges in every corner of the world—absolute privileges.
After hearing the report, Tesoro's eyes sharpened and his brows furrowed.
Celestial Dragon matters were troublesome, but not impossible to deal with. He had not survived all these years for nothing.
At worst, he would just spend more money.
Just as he was about to say something, Leno spoke first.
"Since the problem started because of me, I'll go take a look."
"Well... then we'll trouble you, Mr. Leno."
Tesoro hesitated for only a moment. Remembering Leno's other identity, he quickly agreed.
Besides, he also wanted to see whether this newly arrived "outsider" Celestial Dragon could contend with the orthodox ones.
"It's nothing. No need to be polite."
Leno waved his hand indifferently and followed Mr. Tanaka toward the destination.
A moment later, the three finally approached the so-called Supreme Suite.
From afar, they could see three Celestial Dragons wearing bubble helmets standing together. The male Celestial Dragon in front was shaking his head while scolding several subordinates kneeling on the ground.
"You worthless insects, you dare defy a Celestial Dragon? Who gave you the courage?"
"I'm sorry, Saint Camael. This suite was arranged by Lord Tesoro. We truly dare not disobey his orders..."
The two subordinates kneeling on the ground trembled as they repeated their explanation.
They feared the Celestial Dragons, but they feared Tesoro even more.
Defying a Celestial Dragon might mean death.
But disobeying Tesoro's orders would make them wish they were dead.
When Saint Camael saw that these two lowly commoners dared to talk back, he immediately flew into a rage and waved his hand, preparing to have his subordinates execute them on the spot.
Was Tesoro's order greater than that of a Celestial Dragon? What nonsense!
"If that's the case, then go to hell and obey his orders there!"
"Wait."
Just as the two black-suited agents were about to strike, Leno's calm voice came from the distance.
Having his actions interrupted again and again, Saint Camael burned with anger and turned to curse.
However, the moment he saw Leno, the insult stuck in his throat. His face turned red and green, looking extremely awkward.
With both hands in his pockets, Leno slowly walked over and looked over the three Celestial Dragons—one man and two women—speaking in a casual tone.
"So you're the one trying to take my room?"
"Saint L-Leno?"
Saint Camael finally snapped back to reality, even forgetting the trembling in his voice.
He was extremely familiar with the man in front of him.
Well, familiar with his photo.
He had personally seen the miserable state of Saint Charlos and his family after they were beaten.
He had hoped the Holy Land would avenge them, but not long after, the family issued an official notice.
The document clearly stated that Leno was also a member of the Celestial Dragons, and that his personal strength was extremely formidable.
Since Saint Charlos had provoked him first, that beating was considered deserved.
The family had also sternly warned those members who frequently descended to the lower world. If they encountered Leno, they should avoid him whenever possible and never provoke him.
Now Saint Camael realized that the room he had taken a liking to belonged to Leno—and he had even tried to seize it.
Thinking of Saint Charlos's fate, he instinctively took two steps back, his face filled with fear.
"S-Since it's your room, I won't fight you for it."
"Just saying you won't take it is enough?"
Leno glanced sideways at the idiot with a brain the size of a walnut and said bluntly,
"Ten billion Berries as compensation. Any problem with that?"
"Y-you..."
Saint Camael's eyes widened instantly.
He pointed at Leno, unable to form a complete sentence for a long time.
With his tiny brain, he simply could not understand how what seemed like a misunderstanding could suddenly cost him ten billion Berries.
Just as he was hesitating, Leno's expression suddenly changed.
He stepped forward and looked down at Saint Camael, his face dark as he threatened,
"What? Do you want to die?"
"?!!!"