Lin Song looked at Lao Hei in front of him, especially his bald head, which was not only black but also shiny, and brighter than applying shoe polish.

"Mr. Lin, please come here."

Manager Black walked politely in front, guiding Lin Song like a loyal old servant.

"Richard, this Oriental is my dish."

Dickens's voice was very familiar to Lin Song, and it came from the end of the corridor they passed by like a ghost, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

Hearing the voice of his old opponent, Lin Song arched his body like a conditioned reflex, as if he was lifting an arrow and was ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time.

"Who am I supposed to be? It turns out to be the old guy Mr. Dickens."

Manager Black looked closely and found that it was Dickens, and a bright smile immediately appeared on his face, as friendly as an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

This smile gives Lin Song a very unsafe feeling. It seems that Lin Song has been trapped by the little girl. Isn’t this a trap?

It seems that Lao Hei in front of him is birds of a feather between the murderous monster Dickens.

"Since that's the case, I'll take that person away."

As soon as Dickens finished speaking, he appeared in front of Lin Song like a illusion. The whole process took less than half a second, giving almost no reaction time.

However, although Dickens was soon to an incredible level, Lin Song still responded and was ready to deal with both Manager Black and Dickens at the same time.

"Dickens, it seems that this is not your place to go wild."

Just when Lin Song had already made the worst plan, Manager Black took action. His black hands stood between Dickens and Lin Song. The bright smile on his face had already turned into a serious face, and it seemed that even the gloomy black face could be squeezed out.

"What, does the Hilton Hotel have also made an alternative and dared to offend the great Dr. Felter's power?"

Dickens looked at the black manager's black hand, but he didn't take any rash actions. He seemed to be afraid of him, leaving room for himself.

It seemed as if the consequences of offending this black manager were serious, so Dickens chose a more gentle method, which was threat, and of course it was limited to verbal threats.

This is interesting. Lin Song frowned and glanced at Manager Black, then looked at Dickens, and always felt that there seemed to be nothing to talk about between the two people.

Because from Lin Song's vision, the black manager basically has no military power. If Dickens is willing, it can be said that he can be easily ravaged by arbitrary means, but Dickens does not have the courage. What are he worried about?

"Dr. Fulte has a contract with our Hogan family. There is no need for Mr. Dickens to remind him about this. If nothing else is done, then he will not send Mr. Dickens."

Manager Hei directly issued the order to expel guests, which surprised Lin Song.

"Hmph, nigger, you will regret this decision you made."

Dickens snorted coldly, shook his sleeves in discontent, and left the hotel with a century-old reputation under the surveillance of two powerful black men.

"That guy is a devil."

Lin Song was still a little worried and said tentatively.

"Thanks to Mr. Lin Song for reminding that Dickens is a devil in the eyes of ordinary people, but in our eyes he is nothing."

Manager Hei said disdainfully, but Lin Song would rather believe that he was bragging.

"This bedroom is Mr. Lin's room. If you need anything, just tell me. We will definitely satisfy you and have a pleasant stay."

Manager Hei politely closed the door. For these Americans, personal privacy is very important. Unless Lin Song asks him to keep him, he will not continue.

Lin Song walked around the suite and couldn't see it. The whole room gave people the feeling of being grand and luxurious. Even the president of a country dared not waste it so extravagantly. The room fee for staying for a night was so expensive that it was astonishing.

However, these are free for Lin Song, which also makes Lin Song’s yoga strange. How Qin Xue did it? Maybe the head of China may not have such a face.

Qin Xue is just an ordinary dragon warrior. How did she have such connections?

Lin Song, sitting on the leather sofa, was puzzled and racked his brains, but he couldn't think of what opportunity he gave Qin Xue such an opportunity.

Alarm! Alarm!

Suddenly, a harsh alarm sounded almost pierced Lin Song's eardrum. Shortly after the alarm sounded, a black shadow broke through the redwood gate and rushed in.

He almost blinked his eyes and came to Lin Song, leaving Lin Song without any time to react, so he could only use his subconscious action to protect himself.

Lin Song didn't even have the chance to think, and saw the other party grinning at him and punching him.

It was too late to dodge. Lin Song just gritted his teeth and punched him. The two iron fists collided in mid-air, and blood splashed out in the lightning and flint.

Lin Song felt as if he had hit the iron plate, and all his blood came out of the cracked flesh in an instant.

However, that guy's fist was really an iron fist, but that was the case. His wrist was directly interrupted by Lin Song's critical strike.

With a thud, the attacker was in great pain. He didn't expect that Lin Song was so capable of fighting and directly interrupted his wrist.

Without saying a word, Lin Song endured the severe pain and kicked it up again, directly on the attacker's crotch.

After a muffled sound of flesh, the guy fainted in pain.

"Mr. Lin, are you okay?"

Lin Song had just dealt with the attacker, and Manager Black broke in from outside almost fully armed, holding a hunting **** in his hand.

If the black manager hadn't looked polite, Lin Song would have thought this guy was here to fight for Lin Song.

"Nothing big."

Lin Song said in enduring the pain.

"Dickens broke in, oh, my Mr. Lin is wrong. He was injured and said it was okay. Let the patriarch know that the distinguished guest was neglected and that my butt would be kicked open by him."

Manager Black shook his head at Lin Song's bleeding fists and couldn't help saying.

"Wow, who is this? Dickens's first assistant, Iron Man Murphy, Mr. Lin, you are really not showing your appearance."

When Manager Black saw that the guy lying on the ground was Murphy, his admiration for Lin Song had already appeared on his face.

You should know that Murphy is Dickens's number one assistant, known as Iron Man, and has never lost. He can't even walk in front of Lin Song.
Chapter completed!