The place was completely empty of customers.
Just as he wondered why, Laxus casually mentioned that he had rented out the entire café.
Renting out a famous café just like that?!
How much money did that even cost…?
Inside, the café staff stood neatly lined up, radiating an unmistakable VIP treatment.
As someone with a more commoner's mindset, Rocco felt a bit restless, but Laxus and Sylas strode in as if this were perfectly normal.
Rocco puffed up his cheeks as he followed after them.
"Mmmgh… huh?"
As Rocco sat in the overwhelming luxury of the café, he repeated to himself, I'm a rich kid, I'm a rich kid… trying to steel his nerves against the suffocating atmosphere.
Just as he was struggling to keep himself from trembling, his eyes landed on a familiar face in front of him, making him blink in surprise.
That man in the oddly familiar imitation Chinese-style outfit…