With that said, Phelps ignored the dumbfounded receptionist and hung up the phone.
"Sir, I'm sorry. Mr. Phelps isn't around." The receptionist smiled professionally as she faced Fangzheng.
But when she blinked, the receptionist was stunned. Where was the monk in front of her?
At the same time, up the staircase, two figures—one big, one small—rapidly climbed up the stairs. Fangzheng asked, "Are you sure he's upstairs?"
Red Boy said, "Of course. I scanned the place with my divine perception. The person who just answered the call and spoke is on the 88th floor. There are only three rooms there. It will be easy to find him."
Fangzheng nodded. The two of them were not ordinary people. Although 88 floors were high, it was no different from flat ground for the two of them.
