"What's the matter? What's going on!?" the manager, in his fifties, rushed to the front of the black sedan and inquired of the bodyguards.
The bodyguards, faces taut and silent, stood erect, each one brawny and imposing, their expressions stern.
"You..." The manager had never seen such a scene. Eyeing the throng of sedans and bodyguards crowding the hotel plaza, his face anxious, he was about to speak again when the door of the black sedan nearest to him finally opened.
A middle-aged Eastern man stepped out of the car. He straightened his suit collar and said to the manager with a smile, "Don't be nervous, we mean no harm."
The manager stared at him in surprise and said nothing for a moment.
The middle-aged man walked forward step by step. His footsteps were firm and powerful, and his demeanor was dignified—it seemed as if he were trained.
Everyone watched him until he stopped in front of Owl Eagle, their curiosity growing even more.
