Cyril was a man of action. Noah, with a grim face, had barely arrived at the hotel when Cyril stormed in with his men, all armed and firing a barrage of bullets at the hotel ceiling.
The sounds of gunfire mixed with screams, plunging the entire hotel into panic.
Ye Jian, who had been hiding in the shadows, noticed a short, fierce-looking middle-aged man with a full beard standing in the center. He lightly raised his hand, and the gunfire abruptly ceased. A muscular man with bulging muscles approached the front desk, brandishing an AK whose barrel was still hot from shooting, and pressed it against the counter.
The bearded middle-aged man standing in the center was indeed Cyril, protected by at least 50 fully armed men behind him.
Ye Jian leaned into Xia Jinyuan's ear and whispered softly, "He's making such a grand entrance; Noah has enough time to escape."
