"You're right, staying at our own people's hotel is just so convenient!"
Seeing Ling Feng come back, Zhang He said with a smile.
The group, escorting Gus and Telang, with Zhang Meng carrying another on his shoulders, entered the hotel without anyone coming up to inquire, and not even giving them a glance.
If this had been any other hotel, the security personnel would definitely have questioned them.
Ling Feng chuckled, crouched down, and pressed his thumb against the captive's philtrum; the man soon came groggily to his senses.
As his eyes scanned the surroundings and met the gazes of everyone present, he understood his situation and chose to remain silent.
Ling Feng figured he wouldn't speak Huaxia, so he turned to look at Zhang He, "Why don't you ask him, Zhang? I bet your English is definitely better than mine!"
"Don't, you're overestimating me," Zhang He said with a wry smile. "Chen Xiao, you do it."
"Alright, boss!"