Chapter 886 Ill beat you until you cant get up.

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 The huge Shangri-La Hall was also crowded with people at this time, and there were even more people at the front desk.

They all came to participate in the auction, and they were all ancient warriors.

These people generally don't go out. When they finally come out, they naturally want the best enjoyment and stay in the best hotel.

Even if it costs a lot of money to live there, I won't hesitate.

After all, staying in the best hotel will give you more face. When others ask, if you live in Shangri-La, you will also have a lot of face, right?

As for money, haha, they are all here to participate in the auction, why would they care about such a small amount of money.

"I'll pay 100,000 and ask someone to give me a room, even the most ordinary room."

"One hundred thousand? Are you too stingy? I'll give you two hundred thousand and give me a room. Hurry!"

"I'll pay half a million! As long as you can arrange for me to move in immediately, money is not a problem!"

The entire front desk was so noisy that it seemed to have turned into a vegetable market.

The two people near the front desk started bidding directly, arrogantly showing off their wealth.

The little girl at the front desk was about to cry, "Gentlemen, we really don't have any rooms here. Why don't you try to find a way to ask elsewhere?"

"What? There is no room? Where is your person in charge? Call him out. I don't believe there is no room."

When several young people heard what the front desk lady said, they became very angry. They threw their big hands on the table and yelled with wide eyes.

Where has the front desk lady ever encountered such a situation? She could only reply tremblingly, "We, our person in charge, are not here."

She was really about to cry.

She has been working at Shangri-La for more than two years and has never encountered such a situation.

The most important thing is that the leader also specifically warned her that these people are people with very good backgrounds and that she must deal with them carefully and never provoke them.

After hearing this, most people couldn't help but turned around in disappointment and planned to leave.

Although face is important, there is nothing they can do if they don't have a room.

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What's more, they didn't even bother to bully a little girl at the front desk.

But there are always some people who don't have eyesight. A young man in his twenties with braided hair got a little angry and suddenly slapped the pretty pink face of the receptionist girl.

There was a crisp sound, and the young lady at the front desk immediately became red and swollen, with blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, and tears streaming down her face.

She screamed, covered her face and looked at the braided young man with fear, her eyes full of grief, anger and fear.

"Damn it, no, who the hell are you fooling? How can you, a shabby waiter, be the master of this place? The master of this place?"

"Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am? Hurry up, find a room for me, or find your principal, otherwise I won't mind being with your other half.

Give it to your face."

The braided young man pointed at the front desk lady's nose, saliva flew everywhere, and he was very arrogant.

"Find your person in charge?"

"If you don't give us face, are you looking for death? Do you still want to work and open a hotel?"

"You're so fucking bitchy, don't be so fucking shameless!"

There were three or five people nearby who also followed suit, and they were extremely arrogant.

The people around looked at this scene and couldn't help but shook their heads slightly and subconsciously stayed away.

Although they are ancient warriors, most of them still have a bottom line, or dignity. They don't bother to bully an ordinary person, let alone a waiter.

Of course, they can't stand up for this kind of thing.

Who knows what the strength of these braided youths is and whether they have any strong backing?

If they offend someone they can't afford to offend because of an ordinary waiter they don't know, then they won't have anywhere to cry.

The lady at the front desk is making a fuss.

With tears streaming down his face, his body retreated again and again, until he was pressed against the wall behind him.

It's miserable...

She didn't expect that these people would actually take action and be so lawless.

"Oh, brothers and gentlemen, I am the person in charge here. If you have any questions, please tell me. Don't embarrass our little girl at the front desk."

A fat man with a round face in a suit trotted over with a flattering smile on his face, followed by five or six security guards.

But the depth of his smile was a little bitter.

Originally he didn't want to come out, but after the front desk employee was beaten, he couldn't do it anymore.

"You bastards, you bastards, why didn't you get struck to death by lightning or hit by a car?" The round-faced fat man cursed the braided young man viciously in his heart, but he had to keep a smile on his face.

In fact, he couldn't afford to offend these people.

"Are you the person in charge?" The braided young man's eyelids twitched and he immediately turned to look at the round-faced fat man.

He didn't even notice the security guards behind the fat man.

What a joke, he is a powerful ancient warrior, but a master, how can he care about a few security guards?

"Didn't you say that the person in charge is not here? Why is he out again now? Are you fucking kidding me?"

The braided young man cursed fiercely and pointed at the beaten front desk lady, "It seems that you are a fucking bitch and you deserve a beating. If I don't beat you, you are really pretending to be a young master so that you can fool me."

"That's right, that's right. Just now, you said that the person in charge was not here, and now after a slap in the face, the person in charge ran out? Are you treating us as fools? Are you taking us seriously?"

"You people here really deserve to be beaten. Nothing will happen if you don't fight!"

There were still a few people who followed suit.

Arrogant and domineering, with his nostrils turned upward.

"Alas, alas, I am the person in charge here. Gentlemen, do you have anything to do with me?"

The round-faced fat man wanted to slap these guys to death

Personally, but he just thought about it, and he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction at all.

Who makes me great? It’s my grandfather.

He had heard that these people were those who dared to kill people at will.

"What can I do to you? Are you stupid? This is a hotel and I am a guest. What can I do to you?"

"Make a room for me immediately and let me live in it. Otherwise, I will beat you until you can't get up!"

The braided young man shouted.

"I'm so sorry, we really don't have any rooms here." The round-faced fat man felt a little bit in his heart, but he still said it bravely.

Snapped!

As soon as he finished speaking, the braided young man slapped him again.

This slap was much harder than the one I slapped the front desk lady just now.

The fat man was immediately whipped into the air, with blood and broken teeth splashing out. He spun twice in mid-air and fell three meters away.

His fat face was also fatter, swollen and bloody, and looked miserable.

"You don't have a room? Do you want to die? What if you don't have a room? Try it again? Believe it or not, I will just step on you to death?" The braided young man didn't even wait for the person in charge to get up, he already stepped forward and stepped on him.

on him.

flutter!

The fat man was stepped down and couldn't help but spurt out a large mouthful of blood and let out a piercing scream.

The ancient warriors around looked at each other, feeling that the braided young man was a little too much, but still no one came forward to help.

"If you dare to hit our manager, you are seeking death!"

"Come together and beat him up!"

The fat man brought the security guards, and when they saw this scene, they were also furious. They couldn't help it anymore and rushed towards the braided young man.

Although they are not as powerful as the braided young man, they are still seven-foot-tall men. How can they allow others to slap them in the face?

What's more, the person in charge has been beaten, how can they stand still? No matter what, they have to live up to the high salary.


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