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A group of 'palace ladies' looked at the manager with great sympathy. They had been together for a few days and knew a little bit about the young man's identity. He was from the top wealthy family in Hong Kong Island.

The flames suddenly rushed from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, and the manager almost died of anger.

She is a woman and can be the manager of the Dynasty Hotel. She is considered the number one person. How can she rub the buttocks of customers? That is something that only temporary workers can do.

The manager stopped kneeling and stood up.

"Sir, please leave immediately and don't stop us from doing business. Otherwise, we can only force you out and call the police."

She knelt down just now to give this person face. Since this person doesn't want him, she doesn't need to be polite. Dynasty Hotel is not someone who can be bullied by anyone.

"Call the police, you can go ahead. Let me tell you, even if the police chief of Luo City came, he would not dare to touch me. I asked him to kneel here, but he did not dare to get up." The young man said loudly.

What does a mere chief mean? If the police chief of Hong Kong Island wants to rub his butt, it depends on his mood. With just one word from him, he can make all the police stations in Hong Kong eat shit.

you...

The manager wanted to argue, but Yang Mo spoke first.

"Forget it, there is no need to make a fuss over a room. Since this gentleman wants to live here, let him live here. Aren't there many rooms?"

There are many rooms here, and even though the brothers are staying, there are still some spare ones.

"Sir, thank you for your consideration. But this room is the best here. Mr. Ying told us that we must entertain you well," the manager said.

Can rooms be the same as rooms? This is Tianzi No. 1. A palace built on one floor cannot be compared to the palaces downstairs.

"It doesn't matter. One more thing is worse than one less thing. I will tell Mr. Ying personally." With that, Yang Mo walked out.

The manager thanked him repeatedly. Yang Mo's words saved him a lot of trouble. She glared at the young man dissatisfied and followed Yang Mo out.

"Stop! Do you come and leave my palace as you please? Do I allow you to kneel down?"

Suddenly, the young man shouted loudly.

Yang Mo's footsteps did not stop. He was not willing to waste time on such a playboy.

However, after taking a few steps, two big black men blocked the way.

"Mr. Peng, you have gone too far! This is a guest of the hotel, not an employee of the hotel. I will not play with you." The manager was shaking with anger and glared at the young man.

It’s okay to not be grateful, but still looking for trouble. Isn’t this repaying kindness with enmity?

"Here I am, everything is decided by me. Your hotel is acting, but I am not acting. In Hong Kong Island, I am the royal family, and it is the same here. If you want to leave, you must kneel to me.

An. Moreover, I have to agree with you before you can stand up and kneel down!"

The young man said the last two words with particular emphasis.

"My emperor has an order, didn't you hear it?" the two bodyguards scolded at the same time.

The manager said no more and angrily took out her phone and prepared to call security. But at this moment, she felt a cold wave coming to her face and sweeping through her body.

Her eyes were locked on Yang Mo. She noticed that Yang Mo's eyes had turned cold, but she still couldn't believe it. Just one look could be so scary?

This person is a friend of Mr. Ying, is he more terrifying than Mr. Ying?

In the manager's random thoughts, Yang Mo slowly spoke.

"You are playing with fire."

"Boy, are you threatening me? Haha, you are so stupid that I find it ridiculous. You don't even bother to inquire about my identity. How dare you say such things to me? Believe it or not, I will destroy your nine tribes in one sentence."

"Don't believe me? Okay, I will tell you that I am Peng Shaoliang of the Peng Mu family of Hong Kong's royal family. You don't want to say that you have never heard of the Peng Mu family, right?"

Peng Shaoliang opened his arms and spread them out on the dragon chair, assuming a superior posture.

The manager was confused for a while. She knew about the top families in Hong Kong, but there was no so-called Peng Mu family.

Yang Mo's reaction was completely different from his, but angry.

Ordinary people don’t know about the Peng Mu family, but they are at the top. The current major families in Hong Kong are just a few major families in the eyes of ordinary people. The real nobles are the three families that no one knows about.

The big families, they are in charge of one side, even the government is somewhat afraid of them, they are called the three royal families.

These three families pay little attention to mundane matters, but they are existences that need to be worshiped by the entire Hong Kong Island.

The Peng Mu family is one of them.

Yang Mo's anger was not because he was afraid of this family, but because of the role Xingyaotang played in this matter.

Luo City is the territory of Xingyao Hall, don't they know the existence of Peng Shaoliang? This is setting a trap for himself. Fortunately, he thought it was not impossible to show mercy to Xingyao Hall.

It seems that I am still too kind. This is not the same as before. After two years of self-cultivation, my belief in revenge has not wavered, but the person has changed subtly. Maybe there is nothing wrong with beauty, and emotion is a dull knife.

Cut yourself bit by bit.

"Boy, are you scared out of your mind? If you don't kneel down to me quickly, do you want me to use the imperial staff on you?" Peng Shaoliang shouted loudly, full of momentum.

"How do you know that I know about the existence of the Peng Mu family?" Yang Mo asked.

Hearing this, Peng Shaoliang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "A person who can afford a room worth hundreds of thousands a night is considered a person. He is not a common man, so he naturally knows about the existence of the Peng Mu family. Boy, I'll give you the last

If you get a chance, kneel down immediately, otherwise I will kill you."

Thinking of this, Peng Shaoliang's eyes lit up. As an emperor here, he had experienced everything, except that he had never executed anyone. He was the real emperor who controlled the power of life and death of others.

No, there is another thing that I have not experienced yet, and that is the most interesting thing.

"Master Peng, you are crazy. We are just acting. You are not the real emperor. You cannot kill people." The manager said loudly.

She was really afraid that Peng Shaoliang would be so crazy that he would kill people.

"I said, I am the emperor, and I am not acting. But killing someone is too bloody, which is not good. I am not a tyrant. But if you offend the power of God, you have to be punished. So let's impose castration and execute it immediately."

Peng Shaoliang said.

This palace has everything except eunuchs, which is too imperfect. Thinking about it, it feels very satisfying to have a big shot be your personal eunuch. When I return to Hong Kong Island, I will take him with me. The children of the family will definitely be envious.

broken.
Chapter completed!