As a five-star hotel, the Wesley Grand Hotel naturally had a group of professional and tough security guards.
When the middle-aged man waved his hand to ask Michael to get out, several security guards not far away had already looked over, and some of them even rubbed their hands. If Michael did not know how to appreciate favors and dared to make trouble here, it was their turn next.
Speaking of which, there were not many who dared to make trouble here. They hadn't fought with anyone for a long time, and recently they were itching to fight.
As a result, when they saw that Michael had sent the middle-aged man who weighed nearly 100 kilograms flying with a punch, they were all stunned.
"F*ck! Is this guy a professional boxer? But even so, he dares to make trouble here. He's courting death!"
The security captain came to his senses and walked toward Michael with the electric baton in his hand.