Upon entering the interior of Truth Tower, Lin Yu once again deeply felt just how well Fu Luo had been doing in Sleepless City.

The receptionist had just led him to the public elevator when the private elevator next to it opened.

Two members of Truth Corporation's management, who looked to hold no low positions, hurried out. They were balding and roughly in their forties.

Seeing Lin Yu standing at the entrance, the two quickly stepped forward.

"Respected Lord Furbollo, this way, please!"

Lin Yu glanced at the name badges on their suit jackets.

A-3, B-1. They were already management at the level of department heads or project team directors. Yet, before "Fu Luo," they appeared so obsequious and nervous, like elementary school students meeting the school principal.

They even used the address "Respected Lord"—in Sleepless City, this honorific was typically only used by commoners addressing nobles, or lower-ranking nobles addressing higher-ranking ones.

Although it was no longer that strict nowadays, and sometimes used to show respect when addressing high-ranking executives of the three major corporations who held no noble titles...

But being addressed as such still represented that the person being addressed held a high and powerful position, with a noble and illustrious status.

Lin Yu, in Fu Luo's manner, maintained an air of reserve and nobility, giving a slight nod.

He wasn't sure if these two knew Fu Luo or how familiar they were with him, so Lin Yu simply didn't greet them.

Perhaps this differed from Fu Luo's usual way of interacting with them...

Since he was now in the role of the "superior," he naturally didn't need to explain his actions to them.

Led by the two men, Lin Yu entered the elevator. Sure enough, his somewhat aloof attitude left the two Truth Corporation executives somewhat perplexed. After entering the elevator and pressing the floor button for Lin Yu, they each stood in a corner, staring at the elevator walls, silent.

Soon, the elevator slowly stopped at the 99th floor. When the doors opened, they revealed a spacious corridor with carpeting and opulent decoration.

This looked less like the corridor of an office building and more like the lobby of a luxury hotel.

The entire 99th floor contained only a single office, belonging to the man who was currently the actual helmsman of Truth Corporation and who stood at the pinnacle of power beneath the Peerage Nobility of Sleepless City—Paris.

Upon entering this floor, the caution and deference on the two executives' faces became even more pronounced.

Leading Lin Yu to the end of the corridor, the two middle-aged men stood on either side of a heavy double wooden door.

"Lord Furbollo, please wait a moment."

The A-3 on the left spoke, then pressed a button beside the door.

"Ding—"

A soft doorbell chimed. A moment later, a magnetic voice sounded.

"Come in."

Hearing this, the two executive uncles pulled open the heavy double wooden door for Lin Yu.

Lin Yu walked in and saw an office equally furnished with extreme opulence.

Sofa, tea table, curtains, carpet—every item was undoubtedly top-tier luxury.

In addition, numerous statues, paintings, and other exquisite art collections were displayed on the walls on both sides.

Lin Yu gave a cursory glance and noticed that the style of many of these collections... didn't seem like something this world could possess.

After all, Stiller had said the world where Sleepless City existed had no sea.

But Lin Yu saw an oil painting depicting a sea monster.

And behind the massive desk directly facing the entrance sat a man in a bright orange casual suit, flipping through a... cookbook.

As Lin Yu stepped inside, the wooden door behind him slowly closed with a heavy thud.

The man in the orange suit looked up. His face, which appeared gentle, refined, and scholarly like a refined gentleman, broke into an exaggerated and enthusiastic smile that was utterly incongruous with his appearance.

"Ahaha, Mr. Furbollo—I've long heard of you!"

"Sleepless City's greatest 'Detective,' the living legend, the pinnacle of natural human intellect. Seeing you today, your reputation is indeed well-deserved!"

Lin Yu looked at the man and returned a smile.

"President Paris, you are also a man of remarkable appearance and talent."

Paris laughed heartily again, revealing eight white, hard, and perfectly aligned teeth.

The brightly dressed man stood up from behind his desk and walked to the sofa.

"Come, have a seat, Mr. Furbollo!"

President Paris led Lin Yu to sit on the sofas in the reception area. They sat opposite each other across a terrazzo coffee table. Paris waved his hand.

Two maids dressed very conservatively and wearing full-face veils emerged from a hidden small door in the corner of the room and stood behind Paris.

"Water or tea?"

"Water is fine."

Paris nodded: "Good... however, the water is orange water."

Lin Yu was somewhat surprised: "What... then what about the tea?"

"The tea is orange tea."

Even Lin Yu couldn't help but be taken aback for a moment.

President Paris laughed heartily again: "Ahaha, I never thought the famous legendary 'Detective' would make such an expression."

"Anyway, orange water is fine."

As Lin Yu spoke, Paris waved his hand.

"Did you hear that? Go prepare it—make it well, this is a very distinguished guest."

After Paris finished speaking, the two maids retreated without a word.

He looked at Lin Yu, picked a fresh orange from the fruit bowl on the coffee table, and then began peeling the orange skin unhurriedly.

"Well, Mr. Furbollo, what brings you here on this sudden visit?"

Hearing Paris get straight to the point didn't surprise Lin Yu.

Of course, he couldn't directly say he wanted to find Sleepless Sky Huole through Paris—that would be far too suspicious.

However, Lin Yu had already prepared his explanation and a perfectly legitimate reason.

He looked at Paris, smiled, tapped the table, and spoke calmly: "Of course, I'm here for compensation."

President Paris slowly peeled off a strip of orange peel, broke the connecting part, then stuffed the orange peel into his mouth and spoke with a smile.

"Compensation? I'm afraid I don't quite understand, Lord Furbollo."

Watching President Paris chewing on the orange peel, Lin Yu crossed his legs.

"Don't play dumb. The fact that I'm approaching you first proves I don't want to escalate this matter, and I'm only seeking compensation, not coming for revenge..."

Lin Yu leaned back, looking at President Paris—although the two sat on the same level, at this moment, Lin Yu seemed to be looking down on Paris.

"Paris, President Paris, Lord Paris... back when I was on the Despair Train, the people you sent killed me on that train. How should we settle that matter?"

As he spoke, his tone turned cold.

"Deploying the leader of Truth Corporation's Security Department Delta Team and a full team, even privately mobilizing the Throne of Wrath... Do I really seem like a 'living legend' in your eyes? Does killing me require such tremendous effort?"

"You truly have... immense audacity!"