After making up his mind.
Jiang Che directly activated his divine sense and issued the highest-level telepathic command to the several Shadow Guards concealed in the dark corners of the corridor and inside the ventilation ducts.
All of you, conceal your auras and abandon any attempt to stop her.
Open up the access controls and let this pink-haired little loli sneak in obediently.
After doing all that, Jiang Che turned around.
He reached out and pulled over the top-grade silk summer quilt that had been tossed at the foot of the bed, gently covering Li Menglu's snow-white, fragrant shoulders, which were covered in red marks.
Then, he casually grabbed a black silk robe and draped it over himself before silently getting out of bed.
The show about to unfold would inevitably involve some intense "physical collisions" and "fighting and killing."
Just in case, it was better not to disturb his beloved Consort Li, who was sound asleep and recovering her strength.
Jiang Che crossed the living room and entered the vacant secondary bedroom suite next door, where he quietly lay in wait.
Meanwhile, outside the heavy solid-wood door of Presidential Suite 8097.
Haruno Momoka lowered the brim of her hat, held her breath, and restrained her aura to the utmost limit.
She carefully pressed herself against the door, channeling all of her mid stage True Qi through the meridians in her ears.
Like an alert night cat with its ears pricked up, she listened intently for the slightest movement beyond the wall.
With her current martial cultivation, listening for sounds to determine positions and perceive every minute detail was no difficult feat.
A martial artist at the level of transformed force might not be a match for those cheat-code protagonists who casually reached Dan Force or Gang Force.
But weak?