When Shen Yue opened his eyes, he saw a gray sky, void of the red moon.
The hotel was as opulent as a luxury hotel in Dubai, enough to make people living there forget the weather outside, the storms, and the violent conflict that had just recently occurred.
But Shen Yue didn't forget.
Last night when he returned to the Regent Hotel, the staff ignored their disheveled state and simply performed their service duties.
For the two extra people, the staff also offered rooms free of charge.
From any perspective, what Fujiwara Yabo had done was beyond reproach.
Shen Yue was situated in the presidential suite.
He was the sole occupant of the suite.
Of course, the staff hinted that he could invite a few people to enjoy a pleasant evening with him. Shen Yue understood their implication but politely declined.
It wasn't that he lacked desire. His practice allowed him to subdue it.
Now was not the time for reckless desperation.
The vigilance had already begun!