Zhang Wei turned his gaze towards a street camera and instinctively clicked his tongue in annoyance.
While the hotel cameras would be consumed by the impending fire, this particular camera posed a problem.
However, a cunning plan quickly formed in Zhang Wei's mind.
"System, how many points to erase my presence from the CCTV footage?" he inquired.
[20 points, host. Would you like to proceed?]
"Yes," Zhang Wei nodded decisively and swiftly made his way back into the hotel.
Along the path, numerous onlookers couldn't help but notice his enhanced skin and aura.
Unfazed by their curious stares, he reentered the private room where Ye Feng and the others were patiently waiting.
Ye Feng's eyes twitched as he observed Zhang Wei's return. How could he have exited the washroom earlier, yet still arrive later than him?
The timing seemed inexplicable, but amidst the air of nonchalance, no one questioned it further.
The dinner continued peacefully, albeit with a slight delay.
