"If Heavenly Sea assigned our identities in advance, then is it possible that someone has already been arranged to move into Old Yu Street?"
Yan Ji ran her long manicured nails through her hair. With Shang Jia's face and a full face of makeup, she looked quite glamorous.
Carefully maintaining her chin-in-hand pose to preserve her appearance, she continued under the others' gazes:
"I'll be playing a couple with the manager, and we'll be moving into Number 201.
So I'm guessing that aside from the four of us here, there may be other people from our branch who have already settled down on Old Yu Street."
Branch No. 9 had indeed fallen into a predicament where capable people were scarce.
Aside from Clyde, Huang Banxian, White Wolf, and Wei Jiande, there was practically no one else who could stand on their own.
But there was no shortage of oddballs, such as Yan Ji.
Yan Ji was twenty-seven this year. Before entering the hotel, she had been a car model.
Though the profession itself was nothing special, this woman was quick-witted and had some ideas. She just had one flaw—she loved beauty too much.
Ordinarily, loving beauty could not be called a flaw, but she had taken it to an incomprehensible extreme.
The harsh environment had made that trait of hers even more extreme.
Even while carrying out missions, she had to wear full makeup and dresses. During one mission, when her face was injured, she did not even flee. Instead, she rushed back into the Supernatural Location to retrieve her lost makeup bag.
This "flaw" of loving beauty to the point of not caring about her life seemed incomprehensible, but it actually had its roots.
Generally speaking, those who entered the hotel had basically lost their faith and abandoned their