Although a man nicknamed the ‘living financial empire’ who overpowered existing billionaires had appeared in Las Vegas, the street was no different from any other day. It was because he had arrived in the city by private helicopter in order to avoid encountering tourists.

Only the hotel made a fuss. Jonathan showed up like a king, trailing bodyguards and hotel executives behind him. The hotel’s general manager already had a perfect business smile always present on his face, but now it was full of respect towards the new guest. It was often said that the West was more freewheeling compared to the East, but that was incorrect. Since age-based hierarchy wasn’t as important here, the vertical hierarchy based on positions and personal status was strict. Westerners didn’t stoop or bow down, but I could tell that all of the arrogant faces hidden behind kind masks were now changing. Since Las Vegas was a city that had developed its autonomy without city police, each hotel’s general manager was like a community leader, and such a guy was flattering Jonathan right now. Moreover, the manager didn’t even know...