"If you are brave, could you please give me your guest's token to take a look at? I have no other intention, I just want to confirm your identity."
The beauty at the counter has a respectful and serious attitude, which is really hard to fault.
Meng Xingyuan nodded.
Just look at the identity token to confirm, it’s not a big deal.
His hand touched his waist, but his expression changed with horror!
The guest token that should have been securely tied to the left side of the waist has disappeared!
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Meng Xingyuan's sudden change of color, the beauty at the counter was also surprised and asked with concern.
Meng Xingyuan's face suddenly turned cold.
No need to think, this must have been stolen.
He was here just now, moving forward along with the crowd, but now he is gone?!
Lost?
That's impossible.
Not to mention that at Meng Xingyuan's level, he would notice if a strand of hair fell off, not to mention that this was a token hanging around his waist, how could he not notice it if it fell accidentally?!
The only possibility is that someone just took advantage of the crowd and took advantage of the chaos to steal it from him!
"What a courageous dog!" Meng Xingyuan's eyes flashed with cold light.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes and began to sense.
The guest's identity token has a drop of his blood that he just put on it, and it is branded with his breath.
And how long it took to get here from the team. No matter what the intention of the person who stole his token was, he would definitely not be able to get far.
As long as it's within range, it will definitely be sensed by him.
However, after a moment, he opened his eyes again, but his face suddenly turned livid.
"Huh? Sir Keqing, you don't seem to look good. Why, the little girl just asked you to show your identity certificate and let her confirm it. This is making things difficult for you? Didn't you just show off your shiny hair to me?
Is this your guest identity token..."
Black Demon spoke. As he spoke, his eyes turned to his waist, and suddenly his eyes widened, and he said with a very exaggerated expression: "Where is the token?! Where is the guest token I saw just now?
Why is it missing?! Sir Keqing, are you afraid of losing it, so did you put it away first?"
Meng Xingyuan looked at him deeply, turned around, looked at the beauty at the counter, and said indifferently: "It's lost."
"Uh," the beauty hesitated, "lost it? Lost what... Sir, you mean?"
Meng Xingyuan nodded, "I lost my guest status token."
"Wow!"
The entire main hall on the first floor of Jubaozhai suddenly erupted into a roar!
A group of people were waiting. Those who had watched the fun earlier, and those who had just gathered around to watch the fun now, all exploded!
As a guest, the most important thing is the guest token, because it is the thing that proves your identity. At the same time, it also represents your identity as a guest. Such an important thing... can be lost?!
Suddenly, the discussion in the main hall was so loud that it almost overturned the roof of Jubaozhai!
While everyone was talking about it, all the looks towards Meng Xingyuan became weird and intriguing. There was clearly a trace of undisguised joking and ridicule in that intriguing thought!
How stupid can a person be to do such a thing?!
This kind of person...is he really a guest of Yanlong Palace?!
The black devil laughed unscrupulously: "Oh, Mr. Keqing, you are so inappropriate. You said that the identity token is such an important thing, how can you lose it? Why don't you squat on the ground and look for it?
Look for it, maybe you will find it, but you may not be able to find it."
"You all, get out of here! Scatter to the side, clear the space, and don't get in the way of our 'Lord Guest' looking for the token! Sir, please slow down! Slow down! Look for it!" the black devil smiled slyly.
The corners of his mouth were raised, with an indescribable look of teasing.
The Black Devil's tall body was as tall as an iron tower. Originally, when he looked at Meng Xingyuan, he was already condescending. Now, with his arms folded, he seemed to be even more condescending. With a look full of banter, he looked down at Meng Xingyuan, as if he was just waiting to see him.
Meng Xingyuan lay on the ground looking for the token. He would humiliate him again.
Guest of the Yanlong Palace? When will an ant at the demon master level sneak into the palace and become the guest of His Majesty the King of Yan?!
If it weren't for his scruples, and the Black Devil knew that the guest token of the Yanlong Palace could not be counterfeited, I am afraid that Meng Xingyuan's bones would have rotted and been buried deep underground as a result of daring to scold him in public.
Meng Xingyuan's face began to turn gloomy.
But the black devil smiled more and more wildly and freely.
At this time, a voice suddenly came from above the pavilion: "What's going on down there? It's so noisy. Is the owner of the restaurant discussing business with a distinguished guest?"
A round figure appeared on the corridor leading to the second floor of Jubaozhai.
The second floor of Jubaozhai is where the VIPs of Jubaozhai are. Only those who have spent a certain amount of money or are big customers of Jubaozhai for a long time are eligible to be promoted to the next level and become the VIPs of Jubaozhai.
This is not easy. Even the dark devil, who keeps selling stolen goods and trophies to Jubao Zhai, has not received this honor.
Originally, no matter how noisy the first floor was, it would not affect the second floor of Jubaozhai.
However, just now, everyone in the main hall on the first floor of Jubaozhai was excited. Even Ti Wanwan, who was discussing business with distinguished guests on the second floor, noticed it. Then he came over and spoke dissatisfiedly.
Yes, this round, chubby figure is the owner of Jubao Zhai here, carrying millions.
"See the Master."
In the noisy main hall, there was a sudden roar of mountains and tsunami.
It's surprising that the thugs, who are as fat as a ball and carrying millions of dollars, respect him no matter how evil they are.
"What happened?" Tiwan said.
He raised his legs, and in one step, his fat and bloated body suddenly crossed a distance of several hundred feet and came directly to the main hall on the first floor.
"Master..." The beauty at the counter quickly stepped forward to explain.
"Oh?" Ti Wanwan smiled, "I wonder if it's a dear friend from Prince Yan's Mansion who wants to talk to Ti about a big business deal?"
This chubby guy is really full of joy. Looking at the attitude of the people around him, you can understand how scary this person is.
After all, being able to subdue so many ferocious fanatics and bow their heads respectfully to pay homage is something more than just the word "prestige" can fully explain.
I don't have the strength to defeat so many thugs.
So although this Tiwanwan is smiling, it gives people an extremely dangerous feeling. He looks chubby, even his belly is chubby, and the five fingers between his fingers are full of meat. The meat is not only abundant, but also white.
He is white and fat, and he does not look like a hero.
"Little brother, is that you?" He looked at Meng Xingyuan.
With just this glance, Meng Xingyuan felt that all the pores in his body had exploded.
This feeling of danger is no less than when he faced the transformed Greedy Wolf!
There is no doubt that this is a terrifying strong man!