At that moment, the lobby manager found himself staring down Boothill's gun. He threw up his hands and said with a tremble:
"Hey, hey, hey... Don't do anything rash. There are plenty of witnesses. If you're going to cause trouble on The Family's turf, you'd better think about whether you can afford it..."
"I-I'm Dennis, the lobby manager here. If you need anything, just tell me..."
"Hmph!" Boothill lowered his gun and snapped:
"We're The Nameless from the Star Rail Express. We came to check in, and nobody's given us an answer!"
"That young lady at the front desk said she'd contact someone in charge for us, then she vanished too!"
"We've been sitting here staring at each other for ages. No water, no food. What the fudge kind of hospitality does The Family call this?"
The sight struck Dan Heng like a bolt of lightning:
"This street smarts of yours... is just picking a fight?"
Boothill folded his arms and said solemnly:
"It's called standing up for our rights."
"You're the lobby manager, right? Great. I'll start a livestream so everyone online can see how you handle this!"
Boothill promptly pulled out his phone and pointed it at Dennis.
"..."
Dennis took a deep breath and did his best to calm himself before speaking gently to Boothill:
"Please calm down, sir. I understand what happened, but the hotel needs to contact Mr. Sunday first."
"How about this? I'll arrange seats and drinks for you both in the VIP lounge. You can rest there while you wait."
Boothill gave Dan Heng a smug look:
"See? That did the trick."
"..."
Dan Heng took a deep breath:
"Next time, don't call yourself one of The Nameless."
They followed Dennis straight to the VIP lounge.
It looked like a vast bar, magnificent