Zhao Tiezhu drove his own car back to the hotel.
After opening another room in the hotel, he went upstairs to his own room and threw himself directly onto the bed.
Lying on the bed, Zhao Tiezhu stared at the ceiling, zoning out and pondering what he should do next.
After all, everything was now sorted out; he couldn't just lie in the hotel indefinitely, letting himself go, right?
He needed to find something to do!
Should he experience the prosperity of Magic City or should he properly tour around Magic City?
After some thought, Zhao Tiezhu rejected his own ideas. He was not particularly interested in the hustle and bustle of Magic City and as for a life of dissipation, Zhao Tiezhu didn't like that either.
A life of dissipation was nothing but poison to Zhao Tiezhu, a habit hard to break once accustomed to it.
For Zhao Tiezhu, he hadn't succeeded yet; indulging in a life of dissipation was premature and better left untouched.