Ling Hao ignored the middle-aged man and continued to look at the first waiter.
"Bastard, I'm asking you a question, didn't you hear me?" the middle-aged man said angrily.
"Manager Hank, he...he is here to see the group of Daxia people at noon..." The waiter looked at the middle-aged man and shouted loudly.
"Huh?" The middle-aged man was slightly stunned.
"Looking at your expression, you should know?" Murong Ziyun raised her feet and walked towards the middle-aged man: "Then tell me!"
"This is not a place for you to be arrogant!" The middle-aged man frowned, raised his hand and blasted several blasts of palm wind at Murong Ziyun.
However, with his half-step to the holy level, he could not even be considered an ant in front of Murong Ziyun.
Bang!
Murong Ziyun was not seen making a move at all, but the middle-aged man flew away as if he had been hit by a wild beast.
After flying thirty or forty meters, it broke one of the wall pillars and fell to the ground, with a large amount of blood pouring out of its mouth.
"Can I say it?" Murong Ziyun spoke again.
"I...I don't know the other party..." the middle-aged man responded with difficulty, a look of horror flashing in his eyes.
After all, I am still half a saint, but the opponent's momentum alone is enough to kill me instantly!
This is at least a powerful person in the late stage of the Holy Saint!
"Have courage, let's see how long you can persist!" Murong Ziyun's eyes narrowed, and an invisible ripple shook from the center of her eyebrows.
"Ah..." The next moment, the middle-aged man was seen rolling on the ground with his head in his hands, veins popping out of his head, and his eyes full of ferocity.
"Please...please stop, I said...I said..." the middle-aged man roared.
"You're asking for trouble!" Murong Ziyun said coldly after recovering her mental power.
"I...I really don't know those people on the other side. The other party is headed by a man under thirty years old..."
The middle-aged man calmed down a little and then described the previous events to Ling Hao and the other two.
In fact, for him, Ai Zhe had hurt someone in his hotel before, and he wished that Ai Zhe would be dealt with.
However, he had seen with his own eyes before that Ai Zhe was backed by a powerful person in the late stage of the Holy Saint, and he was definitely not someone he could offend.
This was also the reason why he didn't want to say it at first.
"Are they from Jihan Castle?" Ling Hao asked with a frown on his face.
"Probably not!" The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "There are no young people with such skills in the entire Demon City!"
"If I guess it's good, he should come from Xuantian City or Angel City. Only these two places have such wizards."
"Do you know where he took the people?" Murong Ziyang also frowned and asked.
"I know... I know..." the middle-aged man responded.
"I...I later asked the people below to inquire about their whereabouts. They were in a manor in the west of the city..."
"Lead the way!" Ling Hao said in a deep voice.
Afterwards, the three of them left the hotel and quickly headed west of the city.
At the same time, in the manor in the west of the city.
In one of the Western-style castles, the white young man named Ai Zhe was half leaning on a sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.
In addition to him, there were two young white men, a man and a woman, sitting on the sofa.
The man among them was named Tyne, he was in his mid-twenties, and his identity was the eldest son of Extreme Cold Castle.
The woman was in her mid-twenties, blond and blue-eyed, with a pretty face and a curvy figure.
If Ling Hao were here, he would definitely recognize him.
This woman was the same woman he met at the hotel called Xue Ye Mi Qing in Snow Dragon City not long after he arrived in the polar snowy region.
