Although his mind was not too agile, his sense of crisis was exceptionally acute.
It was this strong danger perception that allowed him to escape death's pursuit time after time, preserving his rare Resurrection Card.
Oh, except for the last time he was attacked by some moody lunatic with not a trace of malice.
But he managed to survive that time with the help of the Divine Light of the Gambling God.
The male waiter was feeling restless as he watched the two military officers enter the hotel lobby, and then begin instructing guests without rooms to go to the reception lounge one by one for interrogation.
Near the staircase on the right-hand side of the wall, aside from the door leading to the back courtyard of the hotel, there was also a small room for the front desk to take a break.
The celebrities, outwardly indignant and resentful, still clenched their teeth and entered the small dark room one by one.