"Manager, what do we do? What do we do?" the waiter said, sounding wronged and filled with grief and indignation.
"What do you mean, what do we do? I don't fucking know anything either, yet I have to take the biggest share of the blame. What do you expect me to say?" The lobby manager shouted angrily at the waiter. "I told you to stop someone, and you couldn't even do that. Did you grow up eating shit?"
"I didn't know either. In the blink of an eye, he was gone. I have no idea what happened." The waiter did not dare talk back and could only endure it.
Unfortunately, the manager had been perfectly fine before this. Now, just like that, he might lose his job, and he felt miserable.
"Enough. Let's first see exactly what the losses are so we can tally them up. Also, with this place wrecked like this, there may be belongings left behind by the guests. We can hand them over to the police. Maybe they can trace something from them," the manager said.
However, while the two inspected the other damage, they found two people in the bathroom. A man and a woman were both sprawled on the floor, unconscious.
"Who are these two?" the hotel manager asked, pointing at them.
"They're guests from the room next door." The waiter explained why they had come here. Of course, he only said that the two had come looking for trouble, but had never come back out. Seeing them lying in the bathroom now, he understood what they must have suffered after entering the room. No wonder he had never seen them emerge.
The two fell silent for a while, then exchanged looks again. The hotel manager turned and looked toward the corridor before persuading