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"You've got trouble, big trouble."
The boss's first sentence left Ye Ling somewhat baffled. What did he mean? What trouble had he caused?
Could it be that Liu Zitong was pulling some Immortal trick? But that shouldn't be the case; the person had already left, only leaving behind a lingering fragrance on the bed.
"Don't panic, what happened, what's the issue?"
Ye Ling stood up, signaling to the boss not to rush, and to speak slowly. In his fluster, he couldn't make things clear.
"Did you offend Bachir? I'm telling you, Bachir is headed here now with more than a hundred people to this hotel, you'd better run, fast, find a way to get out quickly!"
"Otherwise, it's going to be a disaster, you have no idea how much influence Bachir has around here, hurry up and leave, now!"
Hearing the boss's words, Ye Ling nodded calmly, "Oh, I thought it was something serious. No worries."