Chapter 821
Arriving in the Javenaire Federation, it was eight in the evening Mavaria time, but exactly seven in the morning locally.
Hank Whitlock’s arranged pickup team had already arrived; the leader was an Asian man with a Mavarian accent who Hank called Vaughn, though his features didn’t look entirely Mavarian.
The rest of the crew appeared to be mostly Caucasian, along with two imposing bodyguards.
“Should we head to the hotel first or Wall Street p>
Everyone unanimously agreed to drop off their luggage and grab a bite before heading out to familiarize themselves with the environment.
According to Mavarian time, they should have been resting by now, but here it was early morning; they would just have to push through today and sleep when night fell locally.
No matter how exhausted they were, a good night’s sleep would completely fix their jet lag by tomorrow morning.
Several cars pulled up to the entrance of a high-end establishment, and Hank informed them, “We’ve arrived at the hotel p>
After stepping out, he turned to Mira and the others. “This is the most luxurious hotel near Wall Street. Both the service and the level of privacy are exceptional p>
It made sense; the patrons here were exclusively wealthy and influential, billionaires from all over the world gathered in one place, their bank accounts loaded with massive funds.
They couldn’t care less about the cost of a room, but their demands for absolute discretion were incredibly strict.
“Please follow me p>
The group trailed closely behind their guide.
Traveling abroad meant everyone had changes of clothes, laptops, and the like; the bodyguards were hauling an assortment of large and small suitcases, and even Mira and the assistants had their hands full.
Just then, they noticed a middle-aged Asian man continuously assisting Caucasian guests with their luggage.
“Hello, could you help me with my bags p>
Beatrice Whitlock was struggling a bit with her heavy belongings and tried to call him over for a hand.
But the man acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
Harvey Rivers remarked, “Probably a foreigner who doesn’t understand our language p>
As they spoke, they watched the man cater attentively to another guest speaking a foreign language, completely ignoring Mira and her group.
Wesley Langdon’s lips curled up. “Doesn’t understand? That’s just because you haven’t cursed out his ancestors yet p>
Hank chimed in, “Believe it or not, nine times out of ten, these Asian faces pretending to be foreigners who don’t understand Mavaran are actually from Mavaria.
They refuse to be decent people, insisting on acting like lapdogs for Westerners p>
Hank might not have been a saint, but he hadn’t lost his national pride.
forward and unleash
Hearing this, Jax Weaver’s playful side ignited; he took a few steps a of insults at the server who had been bowing and scraping.
“You ungrateful bastard, you spineless snake! Your whole family tree is full of cowards, breeding à traitor like you who only barks at your own kind
Mira and the others covered their mouths, stifling their laughter.
Wesley lowered his voice, “I didn’t expect your bodyguard to be so entertaining. Any
chance you could hand him over to me p>
Harvey replied, “He makes a hundred grand a month p>
“Never mind, I can’t afford him p>
“Who knows, in a few days you might be able to p>
Mira added, “Exactly, though I doubt you could handle him p>
It was all just a joke, of course; personal bodyguards were fiercely loyal and
wouldn’t just be handed off to someone else.
The smile on the server’s face vanished instantly; gritting his teeth, he raised his fist and swung at Jax. “Go to hell p>
Hank laughed and pointed out, “Didn’t I tell you? Looks like he understood that perfectly p>
“I get it now. This is a classic case of thinking the grass is always greener on the other side, down to the pavement p>
Harvey commented.
The man’s fist was caught mid-air by Jax. “Still pretending you don’t understand us? Playing the clueless foreigner?
Keep it up, and I’ll knock your teeth so far down your throat you’ll choke p>