"I warned you, don’t cause trouble here."

The receptionist put away the gun and took out a knife, then walked out.

The bearded man was a Great Grandmaster, but he didn’t expect the receptionist to suddenly pull out a gun, so he got shot.

Moreover, this bullet seemed to be specifically designed for martial artists.

A Great Grandmaster being hit by a bullet would be injured, but it would definitely not be fatal.

Yet the bearded man lay on the ground, covered in blood, and was unexpectedly unable to move.

This surprised everyone.

Inside the hotel, silence fell instantly.

The receptionist let the knife fall from his hand.

He chopped off the bearded man’s head, kicked it away, and the body was expressionlessly taken away by the doorman, thrown outside.

After doing all this, the doorman went to the bathroom to wash his hands and returned with the same calm expression.

As if nothing had happened.

This kind of mental fortitude and ruthless methods astonished everyone in the hotel.

Those who were jeering also fell silent.

"The bullet is very special, with components specifically targeting martial artists." The Dark Lord of Nine Mystics was also taken aback, he didn’t expect the receptionist to directly shoot and kill the troublemaker.

This was completely different from what he had recently learned.

The Dark Lord of Nine Mystics spent a few days thoroughly familiarizing himself with this world, no different from modern people.

He knew that customers were like gods, but today the customer became a corpse.

He had also seen guns as weapons.

But this thing rarely harmed martial artists.

"There are agents targeting martial artists inside; once it touches the bloodstream, it saps their strength." Julius Reed explained.

"How do you know?" The Dark Lord of Nine Mystics, wearing a veil, asked.

When arriving at the hotel, Julius Reed suggested he wear a veil, worrying that his too-handsome face might attract unnecessary romantic troubles, which the Dark Lord believed and put on the veil.

Because this face was indeed too good-looking, the Dark Lord was quite convinced by this reason and wore the veil.

"Because this hotel is owned by my woman." Julius Reed glanced at the hotel’s decor style, confirming it was indeed Hiddy’s hotel.

The advantage of the hotel is that it can gather information.

Hiddy’s hotels are in many places worldwide.

But Julius Reed did not expect there to be a Hiddy’s hotel here, too.

Just don’t know if Hiddy will show up.

"Brother, are you sure about this? You’re blind!" The Dark Lord of Nine Mystics asked in surprise, "Can you see what your wife looks like?"

He always thought Julius Reed relied on hearing or some other means.

But a blind man is a blind man and definitely cannot see things.

That is beyond doubt.

"You’ll believe it someday." Julius Reed walked to the reception, handing over a card.

"Hello, the presidential suite, right?" The receptionist glanced at the card, entered the information on it, and prepared to arrange for a doorman to take Julius Reed and his company up.

At this time, those martial artists in the hotel without rooms and complaining were not having it.

Even though the bearded man was dead, that was just one person.

They were a group.

Could it be that the hotel would dare kill a whole group of Great Grandmasters?

"Hey kid, make it clear!"

The leader walked to the reception area, slamming his knife onto the counter. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Read those words to me," he pointed at the words on the hotel’s display screen.

"Sir, those words mean ’No reservations accepted.’" The receptionist politely explained.

"Tell me, what the hell does ’no damn reservations’ mean!"

Bam!

He slammed his palm on the counter, and the solid wood counter cracked instantly.

"No reservations accepted means we can’t accept reservations." The receptionist very politely continued.

"Then what’s with these two?" The man in the Tang suit pointed at Julius Reed and the Dark Lord of Nine Mystics, mocking, "They didn’t reserve, so how are they in a presidential suite?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people surrounded him.

The hotel was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"I made the reservation." Julius Reed very politely stated.

"I’m blind; I can’t see the words above, so I assumed I could book, but you can see, so you can’t." He patiently explained.

"You’re talking nonsense!" The man in the Tang suit grabbed his long knife, angrily shouting, "You’re asking for it!"

"What did you just say?" Julius Reed asked with a smile.

"I said you’re asking for it! What, don’t believe me?" The people behind the man in the Tang suit once again surrounded Julius Reed in the center.

The hotel grew more lively.

Many martial artists with nothing better to do came to watch the commotion.

Fighting is common in the martial arts world.

Nothing unusual about it.

"The sentence before that." Julius Reed shook his head, saying, "Not that one."

"Talking shit!" The man in the Tang suit cursed once more.

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Is he looking for a scolding?"

"Probably has a masochistic tendency."

"Must be sick!"

But Julius Reed didn’t care; he continued politely, "I’m blind, can’t see those words, so I can book. If you’re also blind, can’t see, you can also book."

"But I ain’t blind..."

Before the man in the Tang suit could finish his sentence, Julius Reed swiftly drew the knife from his hand and slashed hard!

Swoosh!

"Ah!"

The man’s eyes spurted blood, crying out in pain.

"Now you’re blind, I’ll give my room to you." Julius Reed generously offered, "Hello, please arrange for my presidential suite to be given to this gentleman."

This sudden action startled everyone around!

Some felt a chill down their spine, too creepy!

"Kill him!"

The man in the Tang suit screamed.

"Let’s talk it over." Julius Reed plunged the knife in, piercing the man’s heart.

"Alright, a dead man doesn’t need a room. Arrange for us to check in; a bit tired from the journey." Julius Reed once again smiled as he spoke.

This time, not only the onlookers but even the Dark Lord of Nine Mystics felt a chill!

Starting a fight just from a few words?

Interesting.

Seeing their companion killed, the martial artists around swiftly attacked the two!

"Go to sleep, all of you." The Dark Lord of Nine Mystics reached out, grabbing at the air!

In an instant!

All those martial artists fell to the ground.

"Hypnotism?" The onlookers were all dumbfounded.

This is terrifying.

A blind man, a veiled person, what kind of combination is this?

Just entered the hotel, and killed over a dozen Great Grandmasters?

But Julius Reed did not care about these people’s gazes, slowly walking inside.

Even the front desk receptionist seemed a bit out of it.

A ruthless character!

"Hey, what were those two called just now?"

As soon as Julius Reed and his company left, someone went up to inquire.

Martial artists are quite curious, what are the origins of such ruthless people?

"Piran Wilson and Walnut?"

The receptionist looked at the information, frowning slightly.

Why does it sound so familiar?

But suddenly.

A woman burst into the hotel, shouting loudly, "Help!"

And behind her, more than a dozen people in black were chasing persistently, rushing into the hotel.