Therefore, he has no regrets.

"I...fuck your mother."

"repent?"

"I never will."

...

...

00:42:56.

Dolphin Hotel, Manager's Office.

Carlos was copying all the hotel rules into his notebook, thinking to himself, "This is fucking good stuff. I'm so glad I made sure I was covered before I left, otherwise I might have been disemboweled and swallowed alive."

As he took notes, he recalled another attacker in the hotel—Adam.

When this person saw Sergio locked in the notebook, he stood there blankly for a long time, his eyes vacant, as if struck by lightning. Even when the person walked up and stabbed Sergio through the heart, Sergio didn't react at all.

Then things got even more outrageous. Just as Carlos was about to chop off his head, the man snapped out of his daze, as if he had just returned from a dream. He calmly pulled out his dagger, patted his chest as if wiping away dirt, and the wound healed. He then told himself that since Sergio had already been put on trial, there was nothing he could do to help him now. After saying this, the guy simply vanished into thin air.

"Tsk...something's not right."

He pondered for a while, then flipped back through his notes, wanting to see what was going on inside the arena.

One second later, the entire floor beneath Carlos's feet shattered.

In that instant, the entire hotel shuddered violently from the explosion, and intense, dazzling flames swept upwards, large sections of the building slabs shattered, walls melted, and figures vanished in a flash.

Sergio emerged from the flames, his expression calm. He glanced around and muttered to himself.

"Damn... I really am the most handsome one."