For the people in this circle, the importance of Dubhe Tower even surpasses that of the Federation Council.

"But there's no writing on it..." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"You can swipe it with a POS machine," Sun Hang reminded.

The receptionist skeptically swiped the pass on the POS, and instantly, a large number of dialog boxes popped up on the computer screen, scaring her - "Has it been infected with a virus?"

Before she could react, a young man in a suit came rushing down the stairs in a panic.

"Mr. Sun Hang! Who here is Mr. Sun Hang?"

He glanced around—at this time, there were only two people at the hotel front desk, and he immediately locked his gaze on Sun Hang.

"Are you Mr. Sun Hang?"

"That's me."

"I'm the owner of this hotel. I'm terribly sorry for my negligence in managing my staff, wasting your precious time! The room is ready; please allow me to show you!" The young man bowed repeatedly to Sun Hang. Looking at his demeanor, Sun Hang even suspected that if he asked him to kneel and clean his shoes with his tongue, he would do it without hesitation.

The hotel owner led Sun Hang and Xue Yue to a luxurious guest room—Sun Hang noticed that it wasn't the room he originally selected.

"This is the best room we have," the owner said.

"But..." Sun Hang suddenly noticed a "Reserved" sign hanging on the door.

"The server must have hung it by mistake." The owner took the sign down and slipped it into his pocket, then pulled out four room cards and two keys from another pocket, "These are all the spare room cards and emergency keys for this room. Just lock the door, and no one but you can open it. I guarantee with my character that there's absolutely no surveillance or eavesdropping devices in the room!"

"What do you mean, other rooms have surveillance?" Sun Hang glanced at him.

"No... no. In our line of work, prying into customers' privacy is taboo... Besides, it's illegal." With Sun Hang's glance, beads of sweat instantly appeared on the owner's forehead.

"Alright, go do what you need to do, I'll only use this room for a short while," Sun Hang accepted the room cards and keys, "By the way, how much is this room?"

"No charge at all! It is an honor for our hotel to be patronized by Dubhe Tower!" the owner quickly said.

"Charge whatever is due; you're making Dubhe Tower seem like some extortionist organization. We're not unreasonable, all expenses on the mission can be reimbursed," Sun Hang said.

"Alright, alright."

Watching the door close before him, the hotel owner finally exhaled a sigh of relief.

If this had been an ordinary Hunter from Dubhe Tower, he definitely would have charged them—a Hunter sent by Dubhe Tower would have a generous budget for their mission and would typically stay at Dragon City's top hotels, not a small, tucked-away place like his.

But when Sun Hang presented that card, everything changed.

The moment the card was swiped on the POS machine, his phone was bombarded with calls—callers included, but were not limited to, the Director of the Dragon City Hunter Management Bureau, the Director of the Dragon City Public Security Bureau, and the Commander of the City Defense Army...

The hotel owner wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around, and saw the front desk staff half hiding behind the corner of the corridor.

"Boss... Who exactly is that Hunter?" the receptionist asked cautiously, "Why is everyone so tense..."

"Who? Someone we definitely can't afford to offend!" The hotel owner glared at his subordinate, "You almost ruined everything, you know? Why couldn't you just give him the room normally, why force him to use that card?"

"But... he brought a minor girl to check in, I thought... I thought..."

"You thought he was a kidnapper? Were you going to call the Public Security Bureau?"

"I... I didn't make the call."

"Good thing you didn't! Do you know the Director of the Public Security Bureau just called me! In Dragon City, I'm nothing, and yet the Director personally called me! And do you know the scariest thing? Among all those who called me, the Public Security Bureau Director's rank is the lowest... Good thing you didn't call the police, or else when the officers arrived, we might have been the ones getting arrested."

"Huh?" The receptionist was dumbfounded.

"Obstructing official duties, slandering public officials, filing false reports... If they wanted, there are so many charges they could press against us." The hotel owner let out a slow breath, "Thank goodness this big shot is in a good mood... Tell the other staff, make sure to serve them well, no matter what conditions they ask, fulfill them... Oh, forget it, I'll personally see to these two guests..."

...

...

Meanwhile, inside the guest room.

Sun Hang locked the door, then circled the room, sitting down at the table after confirming there were no surveillance devices.

Xue Yue stood beside the large bed, gingerly touching the soft bedding with her hand.

"Such a beautiful room... this is the first time I've stayed in one," Xue Yue murmured, "Can I lie on the bed for a bit... It looks so soft."

"Lie wherever you like," Sun Hang said, "Dubhe Tower will cover the bill anyway."

Xue Yue instantly threw herself into the soft bedding, creating a human-shaped indentation in the fluffy duvet, lying in the indentation with a look of bliss, "This bedding is so comfortable..."

Sun Hang took out the box wrapped in white cloth from his backpack and placed it on the table.

Seeing Sun Hang pick up the box, Xue Yue suddenly sprang up from the bed and eagerly leaned towards the table.

Sun Hang unwrapped the white cloth, revealing a 3D-printed polymer box, the lid fused to the container... it was clearly a disposable container, hard to restore once opened.

A sliver of silver flickered at Sun Hang's fingertips, neatly slicing off the lid, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

Inside the box was a small hard card the size of a business card.

The card itself was unremarkable, with no connection to any meme—Sun Hang had already scanned the box upon receiving it, and neither the box nor its contents had triggered any meme reaction.

Sun Hang took out the card.

It was covered with black lines of varying thickness, looking hand-drawn with a pen, rather than machine-printed.

"What is this?" Sun Hang puzzled over the card, falling into thought.

"These lines... give me a sense of desolation, of decay," Xue Yue suddenly commented.

"Desolation? Decay?" Sun Hang paused, "How can you tell?"

"I don't know, it's just a feeling," Xue Yue shook her head, "It feels... it feels like a wasteland."

"A wasteland?" Sun Hang's eyes lit up.

Could it be that these lines are actually a "treasure map"?

The reason this card had to be sent to Yumen was that someone there was waiting for this "treasure map" to explore the uninhabited area?

As for the treasure indicated in the map... "Flesh mountain? Or leftover gold?" Sun Hang murmured.

"Mainframe, check who sent this package," Sun Hang said.

"The package was sent by the Chang'an '101' Private Detective Agency," the Mainframe immediately responded, "Four days ago, an anonymous guest requested this card from a profiler at the detective agency, then directly sent it to Dragon City. According to the agency's billing records, the guest paid seventy-five thousand yuan in cash for this card."