Chapter 481: Elite Gathering? More Like a Carrot Convention

Zhaixin Grand Hotel. Every table was packed. Upstairs, downstairs, the whole place overflowed with people. The owner had even borrowed more than a dozen tables from next door, and the first-floor hall was so crowded you could barely squeeze through. "Food's up!" Several waiters, all smiles, carried out basin after basin of dishes and set them down across the room. Two idiots craned their necks for a look and immediately pulled faces uglier than crying. Adriel's expression turned bitter. "Carrots,...