"This hotel is pretty nice. The view is great—you can overlook J City from here, and the room is huge. It's the top-tier presidential suite. Brother Leg, you're really getting the VIP treatment. It normally costs more than eighty thousand a day. Even I couldn't bear to stay here."
After putting down the bottle, Wan Delu felt relieved. Acting as though they were already familiar, he looked around Yang Jian's lavish room.
With his wealth, he could certainly afford to stay somewhere like this. The only reason he said that was to cozy up to Yang Jian, with a touch of flattery.
Someone who had built himself up from nothing and become the boss of a listed company might not have had many other talents, but his social skills certainly would not have been lacking.
"You'd better keep your voice down. It wouldn't be good if you woke someone downstairs and they came up with a cleaver to chop you up." Yang Jian opened his travel bag and sorted through the weapons inside, while taking the gold box containing the human skin paper with him.
From now on, he would not let that thing leave his side for even a moment.
Partly because he did not trust the human skin paper, and partly because he did not trust this environment.
"Is it really that exaggerated?" Wan Delu was slightly startled.
Yang Jian said, "Ping An Hotel is located in a bustling part of J City. Didn't you notice anything the moment you entered?"
"Notice what?"
"There are very few guests staying here. Business is terribly quiet, which is clearly abnormal. And whether it's the security guards or the service staff, they don't look like ordinary people. They look like well-trained agents. Besides, since they arranged for me to stay here,