Published: March 2, 2025
After the dream, there was calm.
The mutated beast, which was initially estimated to be a mutated cat, did not launch any more skills against Wen Yu. As for Wen Yu, he was unable to grasp the other party's details, so the following days were quite mundane.
Wen Yu's daily routine consisted of wandering around aimlessly, occasionally hunting some unseeing mutated beasts. However, near Las Vegas, he could hardly find large groups of mutated beasts. If there were any, they were likely underground or in the sewers, resulting in almost no increase in his points.
Amidst this seemingly ordinary daily life, the banquet hosted by Klaus, initiated in the name of the Crazy Flow, officially began.
As night fell, the entire Red Stone Grand Hotel fell into tranquility.
The Red Stone Grand Hotel was closed to the public tonight.
Inside the hotel, lights were strung everywhere, and numerous servants were bustling about, adding a splash of color to the upcoming banquet.
At this moment, Wen Yu was in his room, picking out a suit.
The suit was sent by Klaus. Wen Yu himself had no experience attending banquets, and at this moment, he was endlessly trying on ill-fitted formal wear under the guidance of two female attendants.
The two attendants kept giggling and occasionally poked Wen Yu's chest with their fingers, which made him a bit annoyed.
“Alright, alright, you can go out now.”
Waving away the two beautiful attendants, Wen Yu sat on the bed for a long time, decisively tore the expensive suit into pieces, and then changed into his own black long coat, nodding in satisfaction.
This banquet was originally organized at Wen Yu's request, but he did not use his name, so he was essentially a guest, making what he wore unimportant. Moreover, Klaus and the Crazy Flow would not complain to Wen Yu over such trivial matters.
Once dressed, Wen Yu picked up One-Eyed and Star and strolled down the stairs.
The banquet was scheduled for eight in the evening. By the time Wen Yu went downstairs, it was just past seven, but the banquet hall was already filled with guests.
In addition to Annie, Klaus, and Yang Hong, there were many groups from all over Las Vegas. The leaders of these groups, along with the personnel they brought, could probably host a lively banquet themselves.
However, in Wen Yu's eyes, these were just small fries.
As for the big fish...
Wen Yu first glanced at Klaus, who was at the door greeting guests, then turned his head to look around before his eyes lit up as he walked directly toward a corner.
There, neatly dressed Yang Hong was chatting and laughing with a brightly dressed woman, while a few early-stage level four professionals were cautiously on guard around Yang Hong.
Their quality was decent, and Wen Yu clearly knew what these people were on guard against.
Sure enough, when they saw Wen Yu walking straight towards Yang Hong, his subordinates quietly moved to block his path.
“Loyalty is commendable, but are you sure you want to block my way?”
Wen Yu slightly smirked at them, while a wave of mental energy directly transmitted to their ears.
However, these people were completely unfazed.
It was Yang Hong who rescued his subordinates: “Wen Yu, it's been a long time since we last met. You didn't even come to find me.”
Yang Hong approached with a smile, casually waving away his subordinates.
Wen Yu casually snatched a wine glass from a passing servant, gestured to Yang Hong to “please” and then said with a smile.
“What? Want me to ‘help’ you again? My appearance fee is quite expensive!”
Upon hearing this, Yang Hong burst into laughter, throwing an arm around Wen Yu’s shoulder as the two walked toward a dim corner.
“I didn't expect you to come today. Aren't you afraid I would torture you again?”
The two were now seated on sofas in a corner of the banquet hall, chatting casually.
Wen Yu was simply bored and wanted to see if he could extract anything from Yang Hong's mouth.
After all, among everyone present, other than the busy Klaus and Crazy Flow, only this guy in front of him was qualified to keep him entertained.