They had been promised a full refund.
Only then did the guests, their eyes streaming from the stench, return to their rooms amid curses and slam their doors shut with loud bangs.
Once the corridor had been cleared again.
Zhao Tianlong's face, previously plastered with a professional fake smile, instantly darkened to the extreme.
Furious beyond measure, he turned toward the security personnel behind him, who were also wearing gas masks, and let out a thunderous roar.
"What the fuck are you all standing around for?!"
"Get the hell out there and search! Dig three feet into the ground if you have to, but find the source of those biological toxins!"
"If you don't find that bastard today, I'll fire every last one of you!"
Thus began a massive physical manhunt aimed at Chu Feng.
Lobby manager Zhao Tianlong personally led the team, wearing a specially made gas mask.
More than a dozen fully equipped security guards held riot-control gear as they moved up through the fire escape, conducting a floor-by-floor sweep.
At last.
When they searched the forty-eighth floor, they successfully located the culprit responsible for paralyzing the entire building.
There, in the middle of the corridor.
Chu Feng had his head pressed against the European-style ceiling, spinning at a constant three hundred and sixty degrees like a top that had completely gone out of control!
Everywhere he passed, deafening thunderclaps exploded one after another, while high-pressure currents tore through the air like blades!
Yet Chu Feng, at the center of the storm, seemed utterly unaware of it all.
His eyes were wide as bells, his bloodshot pupils fixed on the emergency exit door not far away.
His chapped lips continued trembling as he muttered like a man possessed.
"Almost... almost..."
"I've already reached the forty-eighth floor! The top