"Hmm? That bastard!"
Hao Jian, who had been keeping his eyes glued to Ye Linglan outside, suddenly saw her collapse weakly onto the dining table. When he caught sight of the unabashed lustful glint in Yan Ming's eyes, a cold gleam flashed violently in Hao Jian's own. Faint killing intent began swirling around him.
"Spice Ginger, have the brothers inside keep an eye on them immediately! I'm headed over there now!"
Hao Jian then saw Yan Ming and that waiter carrying Ye Linglan away. Without hesitation, he dialed Spice Ginger's number. Upon hearing Hao Jian's directive, Spice Ginger quickly instructed the people inside to monitor Yan Ming's movements.
"Got it!"
Spice Ginger responded and promptly added, "Young Master Hao, Yan Ming's room is on the highest floor of the hotel—the ninth floor, room 911. Once you've taken the elevator up, my men will meet you there!"
"Alright!"