"Who booked this suite tonight?"
"I heard it was a young, wealthy heiress. She even hired two male hosts to accompany her while drinking."
Hearing that detail, the masked man let out a subtle, silent click of his tongue.
"Nothing here. Let me check the next room." One of the pursuers grunted.
Without bothering to inspect beneath the low furniture, the men turned around and exited the suite.
After waiting long enough to confirm that the threat had cleared, the man dragged Qiao Meixia out from under the table.
The very second Qiao Meixia regained full movement of her arms, she launched a swift, dangerous counterattack aimed straight at his neck.
The man expertly parried her strike with his forearm, pulling her closer and spinning her around. Wrapping a powerful arm around her waist from behind, he effectively pinned her arms against her body.
