Brian Guang saw Evan Lin still standing at the front desk, not turning around. He figured Evan was still trying to wrangle a room, too stubborn to settle for the youth hostel next door.
Next to him, Victor Xu hadn’t even had time to spill the news that Evan had just asked for a presidential suite.
"Hello, here are the keycards for rooms 1001 and 1002. Please keep them safe."
Zack Guang, standing behind him, smiled wryly and helplessly glanced at the woman beside him. "Bella, don’t mind him. My brother’s been like this ever since our family had him cultivate the Divine Bronze Art—he can’t control his strength anymore."
Zack Guang looked genuinely humble. He was handsome and came from a good family, usually chased by girls—a proud rich kid. But facing this girl, he felt no disrespect at all, even restraining his gaze.
Evan Lin took the cards and nodded.
Then he turned and handed one card to Lewis Lu: "You’re in 1002."
Brian Guang’s face twitched, his cheeks spasming. "You’re kidding, right?!"
When security came over and asked what happened, Zack Guang simply handed over a bank card to cover the damages, settling the matter instantly.
"1002?"
The presidential suite here costs 8,888 yuan a night—even Brian Guang himself can’t bear to book it.
The presidential suite here costs 8,888 yuan a night—even Brian Guang himself can’t bear to book it.
Just moments ago, he’d been ready to watch this kid make a fool of himself!
"Sleep well tonight," Evan Lin said, patting Lewis Lu on the shoulder.
On the side, Lily Zhou and May Xia wore strange expressions. Lily had her comeback ready, but swallowed it at the last second, looking as if she’d just bitten into a lemon.
"Presidential suite?"
"Where did you get the money!"
Victor Xu shouted from the side, his voice loud.
"Rich is rich. Do I have to report my finances to you? Are you stupid or something?" Evan Lin glanced at him and shook his head. "I’ve got money. If you’re not convinced, why don’t you book one yourself and show me?"
With just a few words, Evan Lin had Victor Xu fuming, his eyes blazing with anger.
"May, stay with me tonight! This room must be huge, right?" Lewis Lu finally reacted and didn’t refuse Evan Lin’s keycard this time, turning to look at May Xia.
"Sure! I’ve never stayed in a presidential suite before!"
May Xia nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling.
She couldn’t help but sneak glances at Evan Lin, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
"You guys!"
Brian Guang’s face looked terrible.
"Sir, the exclusive elevator for the presidential suites is on the far left. Please don’t go the wrong way!"
The front desk girl gave Evan Lin a sweet smile, making sure to remind him.
"Let’s go."
Evan Lin led the way toward the exclusive elevator, while Lewis Lu held May Xia’s hand.
"We’ll head up first!"
May Xia didn’t forget to wave goodbye to Brian Guang and the others.
"Brian Guang, you’re just going to let them go up like that?" Victor Xu watched the group enter the exclusive elevator, looking annoyed.
Beside him, Brian Guang looked like he’d just swallowed a bitter pill, his face twitching in anger. "What else can I do!"
"Damn, what’s that kid’s background? Over eight thousand a night, and he just booked two rooms at once!" Brian Guang cursed.
Seeing Guang Yu getting angry, Lily Zhou stepped forward and said, "I think he’s just putting on a show. Who knows, that room fee might be his salary for months."
"And look at his backpack—it looks like some old high school bag, right? If he was really rich, why would he carry something like that!"
Lily Zhou was genuinely upset. No matter how she looked at it, Evan Lin rubbed her the wrong way, especially since his room was even better than Brian Guang’s. It was a total face-slap, and she couldn’t stand it.
"Whatever his background is, once we see my cousin tomorrow, he’ll get what’s coming!" Brian Guang clenched his fist and sneered.
In Brian Guang’s eyes, Zack Guang was unbeatable. All he had to do was say that kid and Lewis Lu had conned him out of 150,000 yuan, and Zack would definitely help him get justice.
Just as Brian Guang’s group was about to head to the elevator and go to their rooms, the revolving door of the Grand International Hotel was gently pushed from outside.
Screech!
The sudden sound of shattering glass startled everyone inside.
Brian Guang and the others all turned to look toward the entrance.
They saw three people standing at the door.
Two men and one woman.
One of the men looked gentle, wearing a Patek Philippe watch and a Gucci tracksuit, with a neat buzz cut and a well-proportioned physique. His features had a distinctly southern look.
Beside him stood a woman in a black baseball cap, her hair tied in a ponytail with a pale red ribbon. Her face was hidden under the brim, but her profile was stunning.
Her figure wasn’t the classic hourglass type, but her extraordinary aura made people want to take a second look.
She wore casual denim and pink sneakers, with an old Nikon DSLR hanging from her neck. The camera was old, but the lens was new—she looked like a typical photography enthusiast.
At that moment, she was standing in line with the man behind her, but in front of her was another man who looked like solid steel.
The man’s muscles bulged like coiled dragons—even in a loose white shirt, his explosive power was obvious.
The woman frowned slightly, looking a bit displeased at the scene ahead.
The revolving door had just been shattered by a casual push from the man in front.
Hotel security quickly arrived to handle the situation.
"Sorry, couldn’t control my strength," the steel-like man laughed heartily.
His voice was rough, and even a few words gave a strong sense of intimidation.
Zane Wang behind him smiled wryly, helplessly glancing at the woman beside him. "Bella, don’t mind him. My brother’s been like this ever since our family had him cultivate the Divine Bronze Art—he can’t control his strength anymore."
"Did he scare you?"
Zane Wang looked genuinely humble. He was handsome and came from a good family, usually chased by girls—a proud rich kid. But facing this girl, he felt no disrespect at all, even restraining his gaze.
"Mm."
Bella Xiao nodded lightly, saying nothing more.
When security came over and asked what happened, Zane Wang simply handed over a bank card to cover the damages, settling the matter instantly.
But suddenly, cries of surprise erupted in the hotel lobby.
"Whoa! Isn’t that Warren Wang, the so-called human steel tank!"
"Just a few days ago, he slapped a Southriver Sword Sect disciple clear off the arena!"
Many recognized him, and Brian Guang’s face went pale with fear.
Leading the way, Warren Wang stomped across the floor, making the ground seem to tremble. As he passed Brian Guang and the others, the oppressive aura made Brian Guang and Victor Xu’s legs go weak—they nearly collapsed.
"Pathetic," Warren Wang laughed heartily.
Zack Guang could only smile helplessly, sneaking a nervous glance at Bella Xiao, who remained calm and didn’t even look at Warren, leaving Zack feeling faintly frustrated.
The trio headed straight for the exclusive elevator to the presidential suites.
There are four suites in total—two on each floor—and theirs were on the eleventh.