Zhou Zheng gazed at the opulent hotel and couldn't help but marvel. In this New World, someone had spent such a massive fortune to build a hotel of this caliber, even in the midst of the Apocalypse Rogue era.

Dressed in hunting gear, Zhou Zheng was nothing special in an ordinary hotel.

But here, Zhou Zheng seemed like a country bumpkin, completely out of place.

The martial artists coming and going were all clad in shiny armor, their conductive weapons gleaming coldly. A martial artist like Zhou Zheng, dressed only in hunting gear, was a rare sight. Standing at the hotel entrance, Zhou Zheng immediately contrasted sharply with the other martial artists. Those entering and exiting the hotel looked at this mere Third Tier young martial artist with disdain.