Chapter 853

Ying Zhou sighed, then quickly forgot about it, cracking his knuckles as he asked excitedly, "Shall we charge in now?"

"No, we don't know exactly how many people are in this group. It would be bad if any escaped, so we should stick to the plan and alert them."

Ying Zhou had no interest in the plan and reached out his hand, saying, "Give me the mask."

"We won't wear masks for this operation; we'll go in under our official identities. We need to conceal our identities before taking action; wearing masks would be too conspicuous."

"Oh." Ying Zhou's expression seemed somewhat regretful. "What is your plan?"

"It's simple, just act tough. Besides, you have a natural advantage in terms of appearance, so you don't need to pretend. Acting naturally is more effective."

Ying Zhou snorted twice, too lazy to argue, and held out his hand, saying, "If you want to act tough, you should at least give me a cigarette. What thug doesn't smoke?"

Si Ming thought about it and realized that people who smoke do tend to give a bad impression. People who walk with a swaying gait while smoking will usually dodge to avoid a collision. So he went to a small shop not far away and bought a pack of cigarettes, not the cheap kind.

Ying Zhou eagerly took out a match, held it between his middle and index fingers, and put it in his mouth, striking a pose like a seasoned smoker. "Where's the match?"

Si Ming rubbed his two fingers together, his Internal Cultivation surged, and sparks immediately appeared, igniting the cigarette.

Ying Zhou stuck out his nose and sniffed, revealing a very enjoyable expression. He took a deep breath, and then he choked.

"Cough cough cough... What the hell is this? This cigarette smoke is so pungent, cough cough..."

"Is this your first time smoking? You seem quite skilled; I'd thought you were a seasoned smoker!"

Si Ming didn't know what to say. As a delinquent, almost an adult, he had never smoked. Was it true that appearances can be deceiving? Moreover, he was innocent and didn't touch cigarettes or alcohol. Where did this model youth come from?

Filled with curiosity, Xie Xiaomei stuck out her nose to smell it, but she didn't find it pungent at all. Instead, she liked it quite a bit, so she turned her gaze to the cigarette in Si Ming's hand.

"No, children aren't allowed to smoke." Si Ming immediately refused, not giving him a chance.

After coughing for a while, Ying Zhou finally calmed down. He tried to take another drag of his cigarette, and this time he wasn't choked, but it was still unbearable. He frowned, looking at the cigarette in his hand with a puzzled expression, and said, "Why do so many people like something so hard to smoke?"

"Some people like it, some people hate it, it depends on personal taste. You're clearly the latter. Don't even think about ever touching a cigarette again. Anyway, this operation doesn't require you to actually smoke, just pretend to."

Ying Zhou looked regretful but helpless, and could only pretend to smoke.

The three entered the hotel together, Si Ming said to the owner, who was reading a magazine, "Let's book a room for an hour."

The owner looked up and tentatively asked, "Two rooms?"

"One."

Two men and one woman in one room. The shop owner could only sigh at how much fun young people these days knew how to have. Looking at Xie Xiaomei again, he felt even more heartbroken. Such a pure-looking girl, and she'd already tried "teasing" at such a young age! What's wrong with this world? Why haven't I met such a rare woman?

The shop owner, filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment, took a key from the counter drawer and said, "Room 304, here's the key."

Ying Zhou snorted and said fiercely, "Are you sick? Offering such an unlucky number like 4 to our guests? I want to change rooms. 308 will be fine."

The shop owner's expression changed, and he said, "308 is occupied. Let's move to 306. Six is a lucky number."

Si Ming said slowly and deliberately, "I don't like 6."

The shopkeeper said, "How about we switch to a 305? Otherwise, the 303 and 301 are both empty."

Ying Zhou immediately roared, "Empty my foot! Tell the people in 308 to get out of here! Laozi want 308!"

The owner pleaded, "Room 308 is really occupied. The person is still in the room. If we kick them out like this, our reputation will be ruined. I'm just running a small business, please have some understanding. How about I reduce your accommodation fee by half?"

If the other party is willing to change rooms, it's fine to waive the room fee entirely, but that would be too fake, so the owner, thinking himself clever, kept half of it.

"Reduction my ass! Do you think Laozi broke?"

At this moment, Ying Zhou's words and actions were exactly like those of a delinquent student who dropped out of school halfway through but was too proud to admit it.

Si Ming immediately smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, alright, how about this, boss, we won't make things difficult for you. We'll talk to the guests in room 308 ourselves and ask them to vacate the room. As long as they agree, it's none of your business." With that, he started to walk upstairs.

The owner was alarmed and quickly blocked their way, saying, "It really won't work. The guest in room 308 is also very irritable. If you two start fighting, how will I be able to do business? Why don't you move to room 208? Although room 208 is occupied, that guest is easy to talk to. I'll help you persuade him to change rooms."

"Go away, Laozi! I'm moving into 308 now, and nobody can stop me. I want to see just how irritable the people in room 308 really are."

Ying Zhou wore a stubborn expression, as if the more you forbid him from doing something, the more he wants to do it.

Seeing this, the boss could no longer hold back and said, "Are you deliberately here to cause trouble?"

Ying Zhou stared at the boss for a while, then suddenly slapped him across the face, making the man's face swell up with a loud crack.

"Who are you calling a troublemaker? This is what you call troublemaking! I tried to reason with you, but you wouldn't listen. You insisted on accusing me of causing trouble. You're really asking for trouble!"

The boss was almost stunned by the slap. This guy's temper is too arrogant! Doesn't he even care about reason?

"You, you actually hit me! If you touch me again, believe me, I'll call the police right now and have the Mohist Knight Guard arrest you."

Snap!

Ying Zhou slapped the boss again, swelling his other cheek as well. "Go ahead and report it! Go ahead and report it! Threatening me with the Mohist Knight Guard, do you think Laozi 'm easily scared? Eat shit!"

The boss was practically in tears. What terrible luck he'd had today to run into such a stubborn and headstrong brat who was also quite skilled in martial arts. He dared not call the police or summon the Mohist Knight Guard, nor could he simply let anyone upstairs; otherwise, seeing so many children in the room would expose him. All he could do was shout, "Help! Someone's causing trouble!"

A moment later, a series of hurried footsteps sounded, and six fierce-looking men came down the stairs.

Who's causing trouble here?

Seeing his companions arrive, and knowing that many of them were skilled fighters who had clashed with the Mohist Knight Guard, the boss immediately gained courage and said, "You're asking for it! Alright, apologize to me now, and then get out!"

If he weren't afraid of making a scene, he would definitely have sought revenge tenfold for the injury on his face, but now he could only bear it. The boss reminded himself, feeling extremely frustrated, that he had to prioritize the bigger picture.

However, while the boss was afraid of making a scene, Si Ming was not. In fact, this was precisely Si Ming's goal. He didn't have Mind-Reading Technique and couldn't identify who was a member of the criminal gang and who was an innocent customer. He could only use this method of alerting the enemy to force them to show themselves, while also protecting the child from being taken hostage.