Why is his holy light red?

Mercury and the other two were stunned by what the staff member said.

After all that show-offing, it turns out the VIP they were entertaining wasn't him at all?

Von Diehl was also stunned, but quickly exclaimed excitedly, "I've made an appointment!"

"I'm very sorry, but today is a special situation." The staff member's apology lacked any sincerity. He even turned to the side and gestured for them to leave, his eyes revealing a cold indifference that said, "Don't push your luck." "Gentlemen, please leave this area as soon as possible. The club will provide appropriate compensation for the poor hospitality today."

Mercury was still a little angry, but when he saw Von Diehl looking like he had been slapped in public but didn't dare to fight back, he could hardly suppress his anger.

What happened today was truly ridiculous. This big star thought he was the protagonist of the script, but in the eyes of the real big shots, he was no different from the potted plants in the corridor. If he was in the way, he had to be moved.

So what if I made an appointment?

Even if you've drawn a circle here to prove your existence, it will all be erased.

Rex wasn't nearly as restrained as Mercury. He'd been stunned into sitting on his backside, but now he was clutching his stomach, laughing hysterically in the empty corridor: "Hahahaha! 'Don't take pictures, don't bother us'... Hey, great actor, what's that line again? Can you act out that arrogant pose again? Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"

Feng Dier's face turned from green to purple, then from purple to black. For a tough guy like him, today's incident was the greatest humiliation of his life.

His original plan was meticulously planned: first, stir up conflict, then play the victim, portraying himself as a true hero who fears no power and confronts the "Son of the Storm King" head-on. He would ride the wave of popularity and, incidentally, generate buzz for his new film.

But who would have thought that this guy named Mercury was a monster—his telekinesis could stop bullets and overturn cars, but it was as thin as a sheet of paper in front of Mercury's red-glowing palm.

Ironically, the hero persona failed to hold up, and he himself became the trash that was swept out the door.

Rex got up first. He was originally furious, but seeing Von Diehl's appearance, his anger subsided considerably.

Feng Dier, however, was completely humiliated. If word got out, his already precarious career would likely collapse. He stubbornly retorted, acting like a rogue, and started arguing with the staff: "Since I made a reservation, I deserve the service today! I don't care who your so-called VIP is; even the King of Heaven has to follow the order of arrival!"

The staff member's face was so dark it was almost dripping with gloom. His superior's voice kept blaring through his earpiece, ordering him to clear out the entire women's clothing section immediately.

Seeing that the bald man, von Dier, refused to cooperate, the staff completely lost their patience.

"If the guests insist on not cooperating, then we will have no choice but to resort to force." He uttered coldly, slowly unbuttoning his sleeves again, the air around him rippled slightly, clearly preparing to violently clear out Von Diehl and his group.

Mercury led Rex and Nora aside, and now they could just watch the show.

Just then, Mercury suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation on his trouser leg. He instinctively looked down and saw a brightly colored calico cat rubbing against his calf. The tip of its long tail even hooked affectionately around his ankle, and its fluffy head kept rubbing against his sneakers.

"Wow, what a beautiful cat!" Nora's eyes lit up, her girlish heart overflowing, and she bent down to hug it.

However, the calico cat didn't seem to like Nora at all. Just as her fingers were about to touch her, it deftly twisted its body, leaped a meter into the air, and landed precisely in Mercury's arms.

Mercury instinctively reached out to catch it, but his arm suddenly sank downwards.

Why is this cat so heavy?

Judging by its slender frame, you couldn't tell how much it weighed, but holding it in his hands made Mercury feel as if the fluid flowing through its veins wasn't blood, but heavy mercury. Its weight was completely disproportionate to its size, strangely heavy.

Before he could recover from the strange force, the calico cat in his arms slowly opened its mouth and uttered a clear human sentence:

"Hey, I don't like the smell of soap."

This shout startled Mercury and his companions, causing their expressions to instantly crack.

A talking cat?

Mercury was startled by the sudden shout from his arms, and his hand trembled, almost dropping the heavy creature. But the calico cat seemed to be attached to him, its claws clinging tightly to his sleeve, showing no intention of getting off.

Today's unexpected events just kept happening one after another.

Not far away, Von Diehl was arguing with his staff, his neck stiff, and it looked like they were about to come to blows; on the floor lay several unlucky guys who had been electrocuted by Rex, and who knows if any of them were currently popular movie stars.

Meanwhile, Mercury himself was currently holding a strange cat that was as heavy as a lead ball and would complain about the smell of girls' cosmetics.

However, the chaos we see today is far from over.

With a soft "ding" from the elevator doors, a group of people hurried toward the women's clothing section. The woman at the front was dressed in a standard business suit, her fitted pencil skirt highlighting her capable figure, and a professional smile with a hint of ingratiation on her face—she was clearly a seasoned receptionist.

Mercury's gaze sharpened; he recognized the face—Lisa, the head of public relations at Eternal Life Technologies.

Ever since Emily mentioned her father, Mercury had been keeping a close eye on the changes in the middle and upper management of Eternal Life Technology. After Emily's father was laid off, it was this Ms. Lisa who took over the public relations department. Clearly, his guess was correct; this high-end club was a property under Eternal Life Technology, and the person behind Lisa personally leading the way must be the so-called "VIP guest."

Mercury looked back along Lisa's side and saw an elegant old woman walking gracefully towards him.

The elevator entrance is too close to this place; the current mess is impossible to hide.

The employee who had just been preparing to attack Von Diehl now scurried to Lisa like a mouse seeing a cat, frantically reporting the sudden turn of events in a low voice. As Lisa listened, her previously perfect professional fake smile gradually froze on her face, until she could barely maintain it.

She felt suicidal. The Mother of Life had been staying at the club for the past few days; the cooperation negotiations were going exceptionally smoothly, and they were on the verge of signing a contract with Eternal Life Technology.

Who would have thought that just now at the banquet, this important figure's calico cat spilled a glass of red wine, staining the extremely expensive hem of her dress with deep red wine stains? Lisa was terrified, her face turning pale, fearing that this basic mistake would ruin the group's long-planned scheme.

Fortunately, this "Mother of Life" was very well-mannered and did not blame her. She simply asked if she could pick out a suitable new outfit to change into temporarily.

Lisa quickly issued a clearing order, thinking her subordinates would handle everything perfectly. But when she opened the door, she found the place in complete disarray, with people fighting and others fainting – it looked like a ransacked market.

Lisa felt her sanity was on the verge of collapse.

With such a mess in front of the "Mother of Life," even the most good-tempered person would probably feel neglected and might even doubt whether the immortality technology has the sincerity to cooperate and the ability to handle problems.

However, Mother of Life seemed oblivious to the chaos and went straight to Mercury, who was holding the calico cat.

The elegant old man stopped in front of Mercury and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you, young man. I was just wondering where to find this mischievous little fellow."

Mercury instinctively reached out to hand the cat back, but stopped halfway through. He had just experienced the cat's weight; conservatively estimated, it weighed fifty or sixty kilograms, as heavy as a solid lead ball. Could this seemingly frail old man really handle it?

The calico cat, however, had no intention of letting anyone do it for it. It kicked Mercury's forearm with all its might, and like a flowing cloud, it instantly leaped onto Mother of Life's shoulder, affectionately rubbing its forehead against her wrinkled cheek.

"It's him, Master. He smells of holy angels." The calico cat whispered in the old man's ear, its voice barely audible, only the Mother of Life could hear it. "Although the scent is faint, they must have been in contact with each other in the last few days, and for quite some time."

Actually, it wasn't that the cat accidentally knocked over the wine glass, nor was there any impulsive costume change. From the very beginning, it was this pet with its keen sense of smell that detected that unusual scent and led its owner to Mercury.

Upon hearing this, the Mother of Life smiled and looked at Mercury: "It seems that this old woman has disturbed your gathering of young people. How about this, as an apology, let me pick out an outfit for this young lady. I'm quite confident in my fashion sense."

These words were a bit too polite, and the three of them, including Mercury, were taken aback.

How could such a top-tier guest, who would go to great lengths like Yong Sheng Technology to publicly kick out people and offend big stars in order to clear the room, be so kind to these three young people?

Mercury instinctively felt that the old man was doing this because of the Storm King, but she immediately sensed something was wrong, because her eyes hadn't lingered on Rex for even half a second.

She came for me.

Although Mercury was somewhat puzzled, he was also very curious about the old man's background, hoping to find out some information about immortality technology.

Mercury readily accepted the offer, saying, "Since you're so kind, thank you for your consideration. However, I'm still unsure how to address you."

The Mother of Life maintained her kind smile, her eyes deep and gentle: "You... just call me Aunt Savina."

"Savina?"

Before Mercury could react, Rex beside him cried out in disbelief, "Nova Savannah? You...you're the legendary 'Mother of Life'?"

Upon hearing this name, Mercury's jumbled thoughts instantly cleared up. The reason the Magic Eye had traveled all the way to Aru Tree City was to seek treatment from the Mother of Life to reattach his severed right hand. It seemed the news of a deep collaboration between Immortal Technology and the Mother of Life wasn't unfounded; their relationship had clearly reached the point where the public relations director was personally accompanying him.

Why would someone at the top of the pyramid, possessing cutting-edge biotechnology, try to get close to him in such an approachable manner?

Mercury's first reaction was not one of being flattered, but rather one of worry—was the Immortal Technology trying to use this Mother of Life to get rid of him?

This is really using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.