Theft

After returning from Gray Alley, it was already late at night. Luo Yan parted ways with Zhou Yong and headed straight back to the hotel.

As soon as he reached the area near the hotel, he heard someone arguing in the lobby. One of the voices was unexpectedly Song Qiutang's.

Behind his mask, Luo Yan's expression shifted slightly, and he hurried over.

In the hotel lobby, Song Qiutang was visibly agitated.

"How can you say this has nothing to do with you? My things were lost at your hotel, so of course it has something to do with your hotel."

"If your hotel can't protect your guests' belongings, then why even run a hotel?"

A short, stocky man snapped harshly, "Where did this shrew come from? You should watch your own belongings. What does that have to do with our hotel?"

"Throw her out! This is outrageous. Do you think this is somewhere just anyone can come and make a scene?"

Two burly men immediately stepped forward, grabbed Song Qiutang by the shoulders, and began pushing her toward the door.

Song Qiutang shouted, "My things were lost here! Fine, you don't want to be reasonable, but now you're throwing your own guest out?"

"I'd like to see who would dare stay here after this!"

The short man sneered. "You should find out who our boss is first."

"As long as 'Thunderfire' stands, we'll never lack business. Get out of here right now!"

Just as Song Qiutang was about to be thrown outside, someone slipped in through the main door and silently moved closer.

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled impacts rang out. The short man had just turned around when he saw his two men fly backward and crash to the floor.

One clutched his throat, while the other held his chest,