The car door opened, and a man in a black cloak stepped down from the vehicle, his eyes deep and cold, his chiseled face so somber it seemed as if it could drip water.
Si Chen, who had just been close by when he took the call, worried something had happened, so he followed, stepping out of the Bugatti with a cigarette dangling from his lips, "What's wrong?"
"Go get me a card for Room 801," Bo Fengheng commanded, his handsome face colder than ever as he strode determinedly toward the elevator.
Probably only a few people in Yangcheng knew that Si Chen had taken over the hotel not long ago and managed to get the card in minutes.
As he hurried to the top floor at top speed.
Ye Ying reported from the side, "Young Master Chu just left not long ago..."
Chu Junli?
As he stared at the tightly closed door, Bo Fengheng's ink-black eyes shone with a piercing, sinister light, his stunning and profound visage seeming to freeze over with malice.
