Leaving the Hotel

Listen to advice, and you'll eat your fill.

Li Mao declared that, from today onward, this saying would rank second only to his life motto: "I'll do anything if the pay is right."

If he hadn't listened to a bit of advice from that fellow suffering worker while preparing his tools, become a little more cautious, and brought along a bit of everything, whether he could have gotten out of this intact today would have been hard to say.

"Crack."

Without changing expression, Li Mao snapped the thumb joint he had dislocated to escape back into place.

Seeing that Wan Fuqi on the floor had stopped moving, he still kicked him twice uneasily. Only after confirming that the mad dog had completely passed out did he relax his guard somewhat and turn back toward the messy double bed.

Grimacing in pain, Li Mao bent his nearly broken back and picked up his work uniform from the floor.

He deftly pulled a cigarette pack from the uniform pocket, took one out and stuck it in his mouth, then found his lighter and, with trembling hands, lit the cigarette between his lips.

After smoothly completing the whole sequence, Li Mao took a deep drag and finally exhaled a cloud of white smoke in relief.

This fucking night had been way too eventful!!

Li Mao stood by the bed and smoked half a cigarette at an unhurried pace before spreading out the work uniform in his hands and examining it with narrowed eyes.

"Fuck, fuck! This is just... too, too fucking inhuman!"

When he saw the uniform, which Enigma had torn into scraps like fragments of skin, he couldn't hold back a curse of disbelief.

He glared viciously at Wan Fuqi lying on the floor. Although he knew the man was now at his mercy, the instinctive fear ingrained deep in his body still made him wary. He feared that Wan Fuqi would open his eyes the next second, give him a sinister smile, and call him "darling" again in that utterly disgusting voice.

Only when the cigarette in his mouth was about to burn his lips did Li Mao finally steel himself and walk over, lifting his leg to stamp a few more wet footprints onto Wan Fuqi's white bathrobe.

When he saw that the man truly had no reaction at all, Li Mao suddenly had another wicked idea.

Limping, he found his phone on the floor. Then he stood before Wan Fuqi, opened the camera, planted his foot on Enigma's face, and ground down hard several times, twisting that noble, aloof face out of shape.

Li Mao gave a cold snort.

"An Enigma who can mark an Alpha, huh? You dog... you piece of shit. In the end, don't you still have to lick the feet of an Alpha like me? Wh-why aren't you calling me that anymore? Hm?"

With that, he flicked the cigarette butt in his hand onto the Enigma beneath his foot.

The cigarette butt barely grazed Wan Fuqi's face. It had come within mere millimeters of leaving an indelible burn scar on that flawless face.

Li Mao personally would have preferred to brand that disgusting idiot's face full of cigarette scars.

But he knew this man's background couldn't be simple. If something really happened, it wasn't a responsibility he could bear. This was enough to call them even.

Wait...

They still weren't quite even.

Li Mao pressed the stop button, watched the recorded humiliation video once, then put away his phone with satisfaction.

Then, happily, he walked over to where Wan Fuqi's suitcase was, crouched down, and cracked the combination lock, which was practically nonexistent to him.

There really wasn't anything particularly valuable in Wan Fuqi's suitcase. He had only come to Willow City a few days early with some changes of clothes because his sister had been annoying him too much and he wanted some peace and quiet.

Once his residence in Willow City had been sorted out, someone would bring the rest of his belongings over.

But right now, these clothes that could cover Li Mao's body were exactly what he needed.

He had no interest in anything else.

Li Mao casually took out a white T-shirt and unfolded it for a look. He raised his brows and pursed his lips, unable for a moment to decide whether he approved of Wan Fuqi's fashion sense or not.

He put the T-shirt down and pulled out several more pieces, spreading them out to compare.

In the end, he picked the one whose brand looked the most expensive and put it on. He found a pair of pants by the same standard.

Fuck it, after sleeping with him once, shouldn't he get some compensation at least?

The more Li Mao thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. If he had spent the night helping an old lady find her lost cat, he could still have earned a two-hundred-yuan reward.

Now he had used his stun gun, used his anesthetic, had his prop work uniform torn to shreds, and even left his handcuffs on the bathtub. The costs were shooting up fast.

Li Mao never did business at a loss!

With that in mind, his body had already acted before his thoughts finished. He found a bag and stuffed in everything he could haul away from Wan Fuqi.

Soap, fragrance, body wash...

Drinks, snacks, bottled water...

He even stripped the bathrobe off Wan Fuqi's body.

You stinking idiot, when you wake up, go flash your junk outside!

After sweeping through the place like a plague of locusts and taking seven or eight tenths of everything, Li Mao finally set down his butcher's knife and became a Buddha. He tidied up the things he had brought and walked out of the hotel room that had added a bold stroke to his resume.

Security at the Green Woods Hotel had always been excellent, especially in the VIP guest area above the eleventh floor.

Li Mao had put in some effort to get in last night, but now he was walking out openly and without a care.

Because he was unfamiliar, the patrolling security guards in the corridor kept watching him with suspicious eyes.

Li Mao did not avoid their gazes in the slightest. Instead, he lifted his chin and deliberately exposed the string of hickeys on his neck.

His meaning was simple: What the fuck are you looking at? Didn't nobody press the alarm last night?

No one got hurt, so mind your own business.

Your wealthy dog masters could get lonely, empty, and cold too. Wasn't it perfectly normal for them to find some cheap blond trash like him to warm their beds?

If you stopped me and made me tell you how I got in, which room I came out of, and how long I stayed there, then when those patrons who valued their pride more than their lives got angry and came after you, it wouldn't be my problem.

Clearly, this sort of thing really was common.

After seeing the hickeys, the guard who had remained suspicious immediately lowered his guard, took out his walkie-talkie, and continued patrolling in another direction.

Just as the fellow who had traded with Li Mao had said, they never had the right to meddle in their bosses' affairs.

Say less, make fewer mistakes. Say more, make more mistakes.

They worked for these beasts in suits every day. Who knew when they might be kicked out to take the blame? Everyone had their own schemes; where would they find loyal scapegoats?

Loaded down with food and loot, Li Mao brazenly took the VIP elevator and left the scene under the watchful eyes of the patrolling guards.

Once he reached the hotel lobby, it was not much different from any ordinary hotel.

Most of the people coming and going were ordinary folk, a mixed bag of all sorts. Li Mao no longer stood out so much among them.

Before long, this uninvited guest had vanished without a trace.