The police at the Old Capital Royal Hotel were on duty, their hands hovering over their waistbands as they eyed Qin Feizhou, ready to draw their weapons and issue a warning should he dare to attack anyone.
"Don't think that just because you're not in your own country, where you might have someone backing you up, violence can solve everything. Also, do you really think I'd be afraid of your violence? Use your brain for a change," said Li Haoyun, with a look of undisguised mockery as he glanced at Qin Feizhou and Lin Feng.
"Does being a high-level member really allow one to reserve rooms in advance?" asked Lin Feng, not bothering to argue, but directly addressing the receptionist.
The receptionist nodded very affirmatively, "That is indeed a rule of our hotel."
"In that case, one Presidential Suite for each person," said Lin Feng as he laid his Black Card in front of the receptionist.