Huang Xiaolong, Qingqing, and Feng Hanyan arrived at the hotel's top floor.
The hallway was eerily quiet; the top floor strangely had no extra rooms, only an office at the end of the corridor.
The entire top floor was enveloped in a layer of chilly air, as if air-conditioning was on, giving anyone who felt it on their skin the sensation of creepy crawlies. The average person coming up would most certainly experience a spine-chilling feeling.
Just then, several burly men patrolling the hallway spotted Huang Xiaolong and menacingly approached.
These burly men had stable lower stance, sharp eyes, and were clearly not martial arts grandmasters, but they were at least at the half-step grandmaster realm. Their waists bulged noticeably, indicating they were armed with guns.
It was clear that the office was heavily guarded.
