The tall white man stared at Gu Sheng for a moment, then slowly backed away.
A moment later, a man in his thirties emerged and stood a short distance away, looking Gu Sheng up and down.
"An unfamiliar guest!" The middle-aged man was Winston, the manager of this Continental Hotel.
Power, confidence, and burgeoning ambition.
He had seen these qualities in many people, and clearly, none of them were ordinary.
And though the man was sitting there, the way he looked at others was as if he were gazing down on them from above.
He reminded Winston of a few people he had met before.
"It seems someone important has arrived. May I know who you are?" Winston approached and extended his hand.
"You can call me Mr. Gu." Gu Sheng casually extended his hand and shook Winston's with just his fingertips.
"Shall we talk inside?" Winston invited Gu Sheng, wanting to know why he had come.
"No need! Tell the High Table behind you that I want to talk to them! They can come find me on Hong Kong Island!" Gu Sheng remained just as casual, though his eyes studied Winston with interest.
The manager of a Continental Hotel was an impressive figure to ordinary people, or to those assassins.
But this Winston was particularly unusual. He had considerable autonomy and even refused to obey the High Table's orders.
Winston raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. Apparently, the man's purpose was different from what he had imagined.
"Is there anything else you would like me to pass on?"
"No, that's all." Gu Sheng nodded slightly. The High Table could easily find out who he was.
Given Hong Kong Island's position in Asia, particularly East Asia, they would inevitably have to contact him if they wanted to expand their influence into