Chapter 622: The Hilton Hotel! Ling Shuang

Mocheng, South District.

As a supercity, Mocheng's South District ranks second in economic strength.

The entire South District is extremely prosperous, and at its central urban core stands a building constructed with extraordinary luxury.

The Hilton Hotel!

It covers an area of roughly four thousand square meters and is only about twenty meters tall.

Compared to surrounding buildings that routinely reach fifty or sixty meters, it appears somewhat short.

But Mocheng builds upward as much as possible to accommodate more citizens.

This slightly shorter structure better highlights its unique elegance.

Around the Hilton Hotel, psychic teams constantly patrol back and forth.

Passersby gaze at the building with envy.

A single meal inside the Hilton Hotel costs at least seventy or eighty thousand Blue Star Credits.

For psychics, this price is still expensive.

"Sorry, sir, the Hilton Hotel has been fully booked tonight. No invitation, no entry."

When a man in a suit attempted to enter with his female companion, the doorman refused him.

"We sincerely apologize. Please come back tomorrow night. Here is a gift prepared for you."

The doorman politely handed over a gift.

One must admit, the Hilton Hotel truly lives up to its status as a top-tier hotel—every detail is executed flawlessly.

"Damn, they've booked the entire Hilton Hotel? Who's this rich?"

Such polite behavior left the suited man unoffended despite the refusal, though he felt puzzled.

Booking the entire Hilton Hotel is certainly not something an ordinary person could do.

Just as the man was about to leave with his companion, a man and a woman approached from the same direction.

The man was tall and slender, with a mature face, appearing around thirty years old.

He wore a black suit, standing straight and tall, his eyes sharp and commanding, radiating a faint aura of authority.

If this man was already striking enough, the woman beside him was breathtaking.

Dressed in a black evening gown, wearing black high heels, her figure was slender and elegant.

Her face possessed classical beauty, as if she had stepped straight out of a painting.

These two were naturally Xu Jingming and Ling Shuang.

Ling Shuang's beauty left the rejected man momentarily stunned.

Unaware of the fury in his companion's eyes, he blurted out:

"The Hilton Hotel is booked tonight—we can't have dinner..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the beautiful woman extend her pale right hand, a black invitation appearing at her fingertip as she handed it to the doorman.

Only then did he realize he had spoken too much; his face burned with embarrassment, and he hastily led his companion away in disgrace.

"Welcome, both of you. Please proceed with fingerprint authentication."

After confirming the invitation was valid, the doorman pulled out a black device.

"Ding. Fingerprint authentication successful."

"Ding. Fingerprint authentication successful."

Two mechanical beeps followed in succession; the doorman bowed respectfully:

"Identity verified. Welcome, both of you. Here is your dining device—your table is number 23."

Whoosh—

The hotel doors opened, revealing a gilded, dazzling interior; the two stepped inside.

"I was planning to bring a fake fingerprint device, but you've got a more discreet solution."

Ling Shuang linked her arm through Xu Jingming's right arm and whispered through mental transmission.

Xu Jingming smiled.

With Eva, even massive databases can be cracked—let alone a simple fingerprint scanner.

"But I never expected the Butterfly Cult's gathering would be held here."

He gazed around at the opulent hall and the men and women dressed in suits and evening gowns.

Xu Jingming realized he had been wrong—this place looked nothing like what he imagined.

It merely resembled an ordinary social venue.

"This must be what they call 'darkness beneath the lamp,' who could have guessed?"

"A cult like this dares to openly book the famous Hilton Hotel."

Ling Shuang replied softly.

Afraid of alerting the enemy, she did not release her mental energy, merely scanning the surroundings with her eyes alone.

Even her aura was suppressed to the extreme; outsiders could barely sense she was a fourth-rank psychic.

"Welcome, friends from Great Xia! I am Michael, missionary of the Butterfly Cult."

A white man in a suit warmly approached, accompanied by a seductive white woman.

"Oh, beautiful lady, you are the most stunning Great Xia woman I've ever seen."

Upon seeing Ling Shuang's face, Michael's eyes lit up, and he could not help but praise her.

He then turned to Xu Jingming with a smile:

"When the ceremony begins, I'd like to be the first to exchange partners with you."

"I have no objections," the seductive woman said, her gaze burning as she stared at Xu Jingming, unconsciously licking her lips.

"Exchange partners? What does that mean?" Ling Shuang frowned slightly.

"It seems you're a first-time visitor. Don't worry—you'll understand soon enough."

Michael offered no further explanation, only smiling mysteriously.

Seeing this, Ling Shuang refrained from pressing further and feigned devout curiosity to ask her most pressing question:

"I heard the great Lord will descend tonight. Is that true?"

"I cannot wait to behold his glorious form."

Suppressing her revulsion, Ling Shuang finished the sentence, her expression radiating profound piety.

"The Lord seeks ultimate pleasure. Whether he descends tonight—I cannot say for certain."

Michael gave no direct answer, only a vague reply.

Though eager, Ling Shuang could only reluctantly drop the matter.

"Your table is number 23—just take your seat."

Michael smiled, "Besides, this is merely a journey of bliss.

Don't be tense—you're too stiff. You don't even seem like a married couple."

"Sorry, it's my first time here—I'm a bit nervous."

Xu Jingming smiled and mimicked the other couples in the hall, gently wrapping his arm around Ling Shuang's slender waist.

One must admit, Ling Shuang's figure was exceptional.

Even through fabric, he could feel the astonishing elasticity of her waist.

For the first time being held by a man, Ling Shuang stiffened, a strange sensation rising in her heart.

"That's better," Michael laughed heartily and moved on to greet other guests.

Before leaving, the seductive woman shot Xu Jingming a sultry glance.

"Forgive me, Teacher Ling—I had to do this, or he'd spot the deception."

After Michael left, Xu Jingming whispered through mental transmission.

He was about to withdraw his right arm when Ling Shuang's right hand seized it, guiding it back to her waist.

"It's fine. There are too many eyes here—keeping it longer is safer," Ling Shuang whispered.