The Lawless Zone's Political Landscape

Wang Wei entered the Dark Cloud and met with a beautiful female receptionist. After glancing at him, she checked something, and a slight surprise flashed in her eyes.

"A noble guest," she said with a bright smile. Their pavilion treated all Empyreans with the utmost respect.

 "Are you, by any chance, a VIP?" she asked

 "No."

The receptionist jolted something down on a piece of paper. "Do you have a membership card? If not, do you want to apply for one? The price is only a small fee paid every 10,000 years, and you get a discount on all our services."

"No, thank you," Wang Wei refused. She nodded and kept her gentle smile.

"Are you a buyer or applicant?"

"Buyer."

"What are you here for? Assassination, Mission, or Information?"