Feeling the sudden drop in temperature around him, along with the faint chill brushing against his neck, St. Camael's face instantly turned as pale as paper.
The finger he had raised jerked back as if shocked by electricity. His lips trembled as he stammered, "I-I'll pay! I'll pay, alright?"
The two female Celestial Dragons beside him, who appeared to be his daughters, looked at Leno with expressions completely opposite to their father's.
Not only were they not afraid, their eyes were filled with intense admiration and fanatic fascination.
Among ordinary members like them, when had they ever seen someone like Leno, whose figure radiated such masculine charm?
The domineering and forceful presence Leno had just displayed instantly captured the hearts of the two women.
That impression reached its peak when their own father backed down and lowered his head. At this moment, they almost wished they could throw themselves at him and be fiercely cherished.
Meanwhile, St. Camael's retreat left everyone present utterly stunned.
Behind Leno, Tesoro's eyes burst with unprecedented brilliance after a moment of shock.
What arrogance, what unrestrained pride—facing another Celestial Dragon, no less.
Yet Mr. Leno remained calm and composed, treating the other party as nothing more than meat on a chopping board with a few casual words.
That kind of authority that looked down upon everything and scorned all living beings was exactly what he had always pursued.
Just imagining such a beautiful future made Tesoro tremble with excitement.
Seeing the man still standing there stiffly, Leno impatiently waved his hand.
"Get lost. Don't stand here and be an eyesore. And don't forget to send the money later."
After saying that, he ignored everyone and turned toward the supreme private suite.
Behind him came St. Camael's furious shout.
"You idiots! Hurry up and help me!"
"..."
Following Leno into the room, Tesoro's face was full of amazement. He clapped his hands as he laughed and praised him.
"As expected of Mr. Leno. Everything you do inspires admiration!"
Standing behind him, Mr. Tanaka quickly nodded in agreement, his gaze toward Leno filled with reverence.
This was a real big shot! A Celestial Dragon who had been threatened didn't even dare to fart in front of him and obediently offered compensation.
This scene completely shattered his understanding of the world. Even now, witnessing it with his own eyes, he still found it hard to believe.
If their boss had such a powerful backing, didn't that mean he had such a backing as well?
Thinking of this, Mr. Tanaka unconsciously straightened his back, and even his eyes became far more arrogant.
But the moment his gaze met Leno's figure, they instantly turned crystal clear again.
Leno casually waved his hand. After glancing around the room, he nodded in satisfaction and turned back to Tesoro.
"I'm very satisfied with this place. You've done well."
"As long as you're satisfied, Mr. Leno. It's my honor."
Tesoro chuckled happily, clearly confident in the service his side provided.
This eight-star hotel had cost him tremendous effort. The interior decoration could easily be called the best in the world.
Not to mention this supreme private suite—it was the most luxurious and extravagant facility in the entire hotel.
After a brief pause, seeing Leno sit down on the sofa, he respectfully continued.
"By the way, Mr. Leno, the welcome banquet we prepared for you is already ready. Would you like—"
"No need for the welcome banquet."
Leaning sideways on the sofa, Leno smiled helplessly.
"My crew probably doesn't have time to attend. They're most likely playing like crazy right now."
"You don't need to hurry either. We'll be staying here for a few days."
"That would be wonderful!"
Tesoro laughed as he clapped his hands, the corners of his mouth lifting wildly.
He was already thinking about how to serve Leno and his crew as comfortably as possible during these few days in order to maintain the friendly relationship between them.
Even he himself had never expected that a casual act of repaying a favor back then would deepen his connection with such an influential figure.
Seeing the master and servant still standing properly in front of him, Leno had nothing else to say, so he smiled and waved his hand.
"Alright, I won't keep you any longer. You're probably quite busy too. If anything comes up, I'll notify you."
"Then please rest well, Mr. Leno. We won't disturb you. Just call if you need anything."
"Mhm."
Leno nodded with a smile as he watched the two leave.
After resting on the sofa for a while, Leno stood up and walked to the window. He gently swirled the champagne in his hand while looking down at everything below.
"Hm?"
As his Observation Haki swept across the area, Leno slightly raised an eyebrow.
At the irregular turtle racetrack below, Yamato was enthusiastically participating in a race with Chopper and Baby 5.
Sensing the excitement over there, Leno became interested and was about to open the window to fly over and take a look.
But just then, a knock suddenly sounded at the door. His stepping foot paused, and he calmly said,
"Come in."
Click.
The door opened, and two female Celestial Dragons walked in, accompanied by two men in black.
Leno glanced at them and noticed that both female Celestial Dragons were quite young, though their appearances were rather ordinary.
Judging by their faces, the sharp upward tilt of their eyes revealed their arrogant temperament. One of them even had a blue nose.
After entering, the two first performed a noble salute toward Leno. Then they had the two men in black place four boxes onto the coffee table.
"Lord Leno, this is the compensation our father prepared for you."
"Oh? That was fast."
Leno walked over to the sofa. Looking at the boxes filled with Berries, he swept his gaze over them before asking in surprise,
"The amount doesn't seem right."
"Yes, Lord Leno. There are 12 billion Berries here. The extra amount is additional compensation for you."
"Tsk. Quite sensible. So you do have some brains after all."
Leno glanced at the blue-nosed woman and clicked his tongue, his tone filled with disdain.
Weren't low-tier Celestial Dragons like them supposed to be pig-like idiots? Yet they actually knew how to curry favor?
Of course, what he didn't know was that St. Camael was willing to give extra money simply because he had been terrified by Leno earlier.
These lower Celestial Dragons might truly be foolish, but they were equally capable of fear.
When facing another Celestial Dragon who could casually decide their life or death, their instinct for survival as living beings would naturally emerge.
Seeing the two still standing there, Leno impatiently scolded,
"The money's already delivered. Why aren't you getting lost?"
"L-Lord Leno… c-can we stay and accompany you?"
It was the blue-nosed woman again. The words she spoke caused Leno's expression to become rather playful.
He sized up the two women from head to toe before finally letting out a helpless sigh.
They couldn't even serve as something pleasing to the eyes—what use were they?
"No need for your company! Get out, get out!"
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