You want me to play the Foehn wind? Are you kidding me?

The train doors opened, and Ji Zi and the others got off one after another. After they had all gotten off, Lu Feng followed them out.

The moment he lifted his foot and took his first step off the Star Train.

Throughout the entire Pinocchio area, countless surveillance cameras instantly focused on him alone.

All the combat forces hidden in the shadows of the streets, on the rooftops of buildings, and in the clouds instantly went into a state of close alert.

On the rooftop, Sunday stared intently at the figure stepping off the train, his gaze deep and unwavering.

There was only one cold warning in my heart.

Foehn winds enter the country.

from now on.

Pinocene, non-stop, 24/7, keeping a close watch on everything.

……

Himeko walked at the front, preparing to lead Mitsuki and the others to check in, but halfway there, Himeko remembered something...

They only had three spots available on the Star Train, and there were no more.

Himeko glanced at Lu Feng, who was following behind them.

"Mr. Fenfeng, we only have four seats available on our Starry Sky Train, and there are no extra seats."

Lu Feng glanced at Ji Zi.

He knew, of course, that they only had four spots, but Lu Feng wasn't expecting them to get him one; he had his own methods.

"Um."

Himeko waited a while longer, but seeing that Lu Feng didn't say anything more, she felt somewhat helpless and could only continue walking forward.

Upon arriving at the front desk, the plot was exactly the same as in the game, with no major changes, except for the addition of Lu Feng.

"Sorry, the system only has records for Mr. Walter Yang, Ms. Himeko, and Ms. March Seven. There are no records for this lady and this... um, gentleman. Therefore, check-in cannot be processed."

Himeko felt somewhat helpless and didn't know what to do.

At that moment, Sand Gold walked over.

"I am Sand Gold, a member of the Strategic Investment Department of Interstellar Peace Company, in charge of the liquidation of non-performing diamond assets. I have come to Pinocchio at the invitation of the watchmaker. By the way, I have been waiting behind you all for quite some time."

……

Gold dust is now in the spotlight.

"Miss, as you can see, please check this lady in for my sake. I have an appointment with Mr. Sunday, and I will ask him to cover for me later so as not to cause any trouble for the hotel."

Upon hearing Sand Gold say this, Ellie's mind raced, her mental system flooded with the highest priority alerts, with not a single superfluous message, and only one core warning throughout.

High-risk targets entering the country are subject to 24/7 uninterrupted monitoring.

In all her years in this line of work, this is the first time she's seen someone set foot in Pinocchio and put the entire Dreamland on high alert. She's a little at a loss.

Sand Gold kept glancing at Lu Feng out of the corner of his eye, smiling as he spoke to the receptionist, but in his mind he was already frantically making plans.

Others may not know the details, but he knows everything about the gold mine.

The ten core members of the Interstellar Peace Corporation have traveled all over the galaxy and have encountered at least eight or ten thousand Star God Apostles, Destruction Factions, and high-risk Inhumans.

However, the six characters "Extinction Lord - Burning Wind" are clearly marked as extremely high-risk in red in the company's top-secret files.

Others come to Pinocchio as guests, to seek wealth, or to vie for power.

This guy is a professional demolition expert. He destroys wherever he goes. His destructive spirit is ingrained in his bones. His goal is to leave nothing but desolation in his wake.

The surface of the gold-plated suit was calm and composed, even maintaining an elegant gentlemanly posture, but in reality, a thin layer of sweat had quietly seeped into the lining of the suit on the back.

He had been waiting in the back for a long time, originally just hoping to seize the opportunity to cooperate with the Star Train and, incidentally, gain some favor.

As a result, his supervisor sent him a message that nearly made him lose his composure on the spot.

Good grief, so I didn't come here today to gamble for profit, but to witness a nuclear bomb landing up close?

Just as the atmosphere at the front desk was deathly silent and everyone was on edge, two footsteps slowly approached.

On Sunday, I walked to the front of the stage with a robin.

The robin has gentle eyes and a faint smile on its face. It looks kind and harmless, still the pure singer renowned in the Milky Way, showing no sign of anything unusual.

But a closer look reveals a subtle tension hidden deep in her eyes. Her gaze unconsciously avoids Lu Feng's direction, and she even deliberately softens her breathing.

The aura of the Destroyer Lord doesn't need to be deliberately released. Just by standing there, the oppressive sense of destruction that surpasses all living beings and crushes everything is enough to make those with a sense of harmony instinctively feel repulsed and panicked.

Sunday, which was ahead of them, completely shed its gentle and refined demeanor from a moment ago.

He still wore a polite smile, his demeanor impeccable, perfectly maintaining the dignity of a Pinocchio time manager. But his deep eyes were devoid of warmth, his gaze heavy, piercing through the crowd and locking onto Lu Feng.

After all, he personally issued the alert order.

The entire area is under constant surveillance, 24/7.

There are no exceptions, and we will never let our guard down.

Upon seeing the two, Sand Gold immediately suppressed all his thoughts, turned around, and greeted them with a familiar smile.

"As expected, on Sunday, Pinocchio's most handsome leader arrived on time, and Miss Robin was there too, whom I've long admired."

On Sunday, he nodded slightly, his tone flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Mr. Sand Gold, you've been waiting for a long time."

It was just a simple, polite remark, but it didn't mean they wanted to chat at all.

He didn't bother with pleasantries with Sand Gold, his gaze sweeping over the stiff receptionist Ellie as he spoke indifferently.

"I am aware of the registration issue."

Ellie was instantly under immense pressure and quickly bowed her head to report.

"Mr. Sunday, only three of the five guests on the Starry Sky Train have pre-registered slots, and this...this stranger has no prior invitation record. According to hotel rules, he cannot be checked in."

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, and she didn't dare to look up at Lu Feng once.

That's terrifying.

On one side is the highest-ranking person in the family, and on the other side is a high-risk, mysterious powerhouse who has entered the country with full combat readiness. Caught in the middle, she feels that she could become cannon fodder in this power struggle between big shots at any time.

Upon seeing this, Himeko quickly stepped forward, her tone tinged with apology and helplessness.

"Mr. Sunday, we are so sorry for our intrusion. We were not aware of the limited number of guests. This gentleman came with his companion and was not a guest who made a reservation in advance. We hope you will understand."

She was also a little worried.

Pinocchio has strict rules; there are no appointments or slots available, which is basically equivalent to being turned away outright, with absolutely no possibility of leniency.

She really didn't know how to help Lu Feng solve his accommodation problem, and had even prepared herself for the possibility that he would have to stay on the train and wait.

Sand Gold chuckled at the opportune moment, picked up the conversation, and deliberately put on an air of being extremely worldly-wise.

"It's no trouble at all, a small matter. I've already spoken to the front desk and they'd like to do me a favor and let the two guests without a quota check in. I already had an agreement with Mr. Sunday, so this little trouble shouldn't cause any problems for the family."

His words seemed like a plea for leniency, but in reality, they were a message, a test.

He was betting that Sunday wouldn't, and wouldn't dare to, refuse.

On one hand, the two already had a private business deal, and on Sunday they needed his help, along with the power of the Interstellar Peace Corporation, to clean up the mess left by Pinocchio and deal with the hidden crisis in the dream.

More importantly... Sand Gold knew that Sunday wanted to keep the foehn wind under its nose more than anyone else.

Leaving such a high-risk, world-destroying figure outside the hotel, outside the dream's control zone, is like dropping a time bomb on your own doorstep, which could explode at any moment.

Only a fool would refuse to let him stay.

A closed and controllable dream hotel, with full monitoring and 24-hour surveillance, is actually the safest choice.

On Sunday, a glint of light flickered in her eyes, and her thoughts raced through countless possibilities.

He certainly understood the subtext of the gold dust.

Both harbored their own ulterior motives, yet at this moment, they strangely reached a tacit understanding.

After a two-second silence, Sunday slowly spoke, his voice gentle yet carrying an unquestionable absolute authority.

"Since Mr. Sand Gold has spoken, there's naturally no problem."

"Our family's dream is to welcome every guest who comes from afar. Rules are rigid, but people are flexible."

He turned to the front desk and gave the order with a firm tone.

"Ellie, immediately update all personnel information, including this gentleman, and arrange for everyone to check into the penthouse suites and issue them the highest-level Dream Passports."

"Full access privileges, unrestricted passage."