Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Ask Longman, dare he talk to me like that!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Boom!
Kylin, who realized the urgency of the situation, immediately floored the gas pedal, swiftly leaving the hotel they had stayed at.
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Meanwhile, Mori Jones, who had been sharing the real-time location with White Mitchell, slowly followed in a taxi behind Hans Weidenâs car.
Before long, she arrived at the entrance of Sayonâs largest adult-themed hotel, âCharm Magic Cityâ, tailing Hans Weidenâs car.
âCharm Magic Cityâ was not a place where ordinary people could afford. Moreover, those who came here usually came with ulterior motives.
Furthermore, this place was one of the territories of Sayonâs two underground kings, Longman Jack, and it had very tight security.
So, it had almost become a place where many of Sayonâs second-generation wealthy spent their leisure time.
Normally, they would bring young girls obtained by unscrupulous means, partly because the place was high-end and matched their status, and partly because it was Longman Jackâs territory, and they werenât afraid of causing trouble.
Thinking of this, Mori started to worry for Sherry Jones.
âWhite, where are you?â In her anxiety, Mori took out her phone, ready to call White Mitchell.
Just at that moment, a figure with a tall and straight posture appeared beside her: âMiss, no need to call, Iâm here.â
Huh?
Mori Jones shivered all over, her goosebumps scattered everywhere, apparently frightened by White Mitchellâs sudden appearance.
âYou⌠how did you get here so quickly?â Mori asked incredulously.
She had just arrived, so how could White Mitchellâs speed be so fast?
âWe ran through eighteen red lights on the way here,â said Kylin, who was standing next to White Mitchell.
Eight⌠Eighteen red lights?
Mori couldnât help gasping and felt a sense of disbelief. At that moment, White
Mitchell spoke directly, âMiss, now is not the time to talk about this, whereâs Sherry?â
With an intense aura emanating from him, White Mitchell at this moment looked like an angry lion, full of fierceness.
Mori was quickly brought back to her senses and without hesitation said, âQuick! Sherry was taken into the hotel by that man!â
Whoosh!
Upon hearing this, White Mitchellâs face darkened instantly, his murderous intent surged, and he rushed into the hotel.
Seeing this, Kylin also caught up.
ThisâŚ
Upon seeing White Mitchellâs speed, Mori Jones stood rooted to the spot, her heart filled with an overwhelming shock.
Did Longman Jack really help White Mitchell just as a favor?
With White Mitchell having such ability, did he really need Longman Jackâs help?
Upon this thought, Mori had a turbulent wave of shock in her heart.
However, when she thought of Longman, Mori felt her heart thud, suddenly remembering the strict security inside âCharm Magic Cityâ.
Oops!
Mori quickly grew anxious, but now it was impossible to stop White Mitchell because he had already charged in.
White Mitchell was enraged, appearing in the hotel lobby.
Perhaps sensing the aura he emitted, the crowd in the lobby immediately became alert.
âSir, what are you here for? If youâre checking in, please show your ID,â said the lobby manager of Charm Magic City as he walked towards White Mitchell, followed by a few burly middle-aged men.
White Mitchell looked indifferent, his icy voice sounded dismissively, âDid a man just come in with a faint woman? Where is he now!?â
Huh?
Upon hearing White Mitchellâs voice, the lobby manager was taken aback, his face instantly showing an unpleasant expression.
âSir, are you picking a fight?â The lobby manager said in a deep voice, with the few middle-aged men behind him ready to pounce.
âIâll ask you again! Where is he?â White Mitchellâs voice echoed again, filled with coldness.
At this moment, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees due to his words.
Some people even shivered, looking at White Mitchell sternly.
The lobby managerâs face darkened, and he ordered the men behind him, âKick this troublemaker out!â
After that, the lobby manager stepped aside, incessantly muttering, âFuck! Daring to cause a disturbance in Charm Magic City? Canât you see whose turf this isâŚâ
Bang! Bang! Bang!âŚ
Suddenly, thunderous noises interrupted the lobby manager.
WhatâŚ
Before the lobby manager could react, he saw the burly men who were originally behind him, already lying on the ground. And all this happened in less than a second.
Whoosh!
Seeing this scene, the lobby manager was shocked, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
This⌠This happened too quickly, right?
He knew the capabilities of these middle-aged men very well. Although they couldnât exaggerate to the point of fighting a hundred people, ordinary people wouldnât stand a chance against them.
But the two men standing in front of him had easily taken them out.
Gulp!
Thinking of this, the lobby manager couldnât help but swallow, his heart racing. He was filled with fear.
âWho⌠Who exactly are you? Our⌠our Charm Magic City, is under Mr. Longmanâs control, provoking trouble here, is tantamount toâŚâ The lobby managerâs threat held no power.
âWhere is he!?â
White Mitchell walked right up to him, his cold eyes, like sabers of frost, locked onto the lobby manager.
âHe⌠he isâŚâ The lobby manager couldnât stop shivering, his tongue felt like it had tied numerous knots, and he couldnât utter a word. Then, a group of fierce men burst out from the hotel lobby.
âBuddy! Stirring up trouble in my Charm Magic City, have you picked the wrong place!?â The leader of the group had a large bald head just like Longman Jack, with a face full of horizontal muscles, making him look very fierce.
White Mitchell, held the lobby manager and slowly turned around, his indifferent voice resounded again, âIâm asking one last time! Where is he!â
âFuck you, hooligan! Daring to act so violently on Mr. Longmanâs turf!? Looking for death! Chop him up! Throw him into the River Arch!â The bald-headed man bellowed, and the strongmen behind him immediately circled around.
White Mitchell threw the lobby manager to Kylin, then with a sudden stride, he appeared in front of the bald man as if he was a ghost.
Hiss!
The bald man took in a sharp gasp and then heard White Mitchellâs voice, as cold as a blade, âGo ask Longman if he dares to speak to me like this!
Even if God was here today, he canât stop me! Get out of my way!â