Li Feng took out a cigarette, and Zhou Zhishan beside him sensibly picked up a lighter. Li Feng took a drag of the cigarette and leaned back on the sofa, looking completely undisturbed.
Lu Mei looked at Li Feng's demeanor and coldly snorted.
Keep pretending.
You'll get what's coming to you soon.
"Manager, manager, something's wrong."
In the duty manager's office, the receptionist hurriedly called the duty manager. Hearing the words "something's wrong," the manager sprang to attention.
"Is there a problem upstairs?"
"Not upstairs, but there's another large group outside the hotel lobby, armed with things like bats. Manager, should we call the police?"
The receptionist was a bit panicked, glancing at the crowd pouring into the hotel lobby. They immediately looked like a bunch of unsavory characters, the type you find mingling in the shadows of society.
"What!"
