Tied Up with State Security?

Afternoon.

Chenghai Hotel, inside the elevator.

First floor... third floor... sixth floor... Ding. The elevator stopped, and the doors cracked open.

Dong Xuebin tossed his cigarette butt onto the floor, crushed it beneath his shoe, and calmly stepped out of the elevator.

What greeted Dong Xuebin was a police baton whistling in from the side. Someone downstairs must have notified them; security guards were already waiting outside the elevator. Dong Xuebin casually raised an arm and, with a smack, seized one guard's wrist and twisted hard. As the man cried out in pain, Dong Xuebin raised his knee to block the man's low attack, narrowed his eyes at him, then sent him flying with a kick!

Quite a few of them.

For such a small hotel, they had hired this many security guards?

Dong Xuebin glanced at the other three guards standing in the hallway to his left and became even more certain that something was wrong with this hotel.

The guards exchanged glances, then charged at him with grim expressions, as though they were ready to fight Dong Xuebin to the death.

Naturally, Dong Xuebin did not take them seriously. Since he had already made a move, things had come to this anyway.

An office at the end of the hallway.

The hotel owner, Chang Dajin, stared at the sixth-floor surveillance footage on his computer screen. Watching Dong Xuebin fight the guards, Chang Dajin's expression grew increasingly ugly. "Who is he?"

"I don't know," said a man in a suit beside him.

"What is he here for?"

"I heard he came looking for you. The moment he entered, he started fighting."

"So many of you still can't handle him? What the hell are you all good for? Did I hire them to retire here?"

"Boss, that man is highly