As he walked towards the hotel, Fang Yi pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, extracted one, and lit it up.
Just after entering and taking about a dozen steps, Fang Yi suddenly stopped, cigarette dangling from his mouth, and glanced around at the guests present.
Finally, Fang Yi locked eyes on a young boy.
The boy, wearing a small suit, was engrossed in savoring a delicious meal, oblivious to everything else.
Two elderly men stood like statues behind the boy, but when Fang Yi looked over, they immediately felt it and simultaneously turned their penetrating gazes towards him.
Their eyes were like knives, incredibly intimidating.
An average person might have been scared stiff, but Fang Yi remained unfazed. His demeanor was calm as he kept his hands in his pockets and strode over, cigarette in his mouth.
The two elderly men observed Fang Yi approaching, their gazes sharpening as they stared fixedly at him.
