"You actually have an Eighth Tier clone?" The Flute Player stared at the Thunder Spirit, utterly shocked.
There were many people who possessed clones.
But for a clone to have a level of strength similar to its original—
That was exceedingly rare.
Although Jiang Qiao was somewhat special and could wield Ninth Rank power, he was still fundamentally Eighth Tier. So possessing a peak Eighth Tier clone was truly astonishing.
What did this mean?
At any moment, he could create a two-against-one situation!
Even without using Ninth Rank power, he could almost be invincible among those of the same tier.
He took a deep breath.
The Flute Player said in a low voice, "Killing the chef was useless. At most, it'll revive in two or three days. This futile act will only anger the hotel, causing it to pursue you to the death. It has no other meaning."
"You make it sound as though it wouldn't kill me if I didn't kill it." Jiang Qiao sneered.
"If you don't violate the rules, the hotel won't target you. With your strength, you're fully capable of living safely on the fifth floor without worrying about your life. But you violated the rules," the Flute Man said.
"The chef could have taken you away from the fifth floor, but you rejected its goodwill and even killed it."
"You can't kill anyone or any evil spirit here."
"You'll only bring yourself endless trouble and endless enemies."
"That's foolish."
The Flute Player made no attempt to attack Jiang Qiao because he knew it would be pointless. The young man before him was more unusual than any Awakened he had ever seen.
Even those two top Ninth Rank experts had never given him such an eerie feeling.
But so what if he was eerie?
He believed