The revolving door moved freely, and there were not many guests coming in and out. Some of them were foreigners with obvious physical features. There was a display stand erected outside the door, and a notice was posted, which basically informed that the hotel had been booked and used for fighting competition athletes.
Rest, no outside guests during the game... The meaning is very clear, but now there is a little trouble.
"Little girl, what are you afraid of? I have asked, your room is not full, I am staying normally, what's the problem... Don't look at them, they are a little stronger and look a little more fierce, but they are all
He is a good person, my friend. You can't judge people by their appearance. If you don't do business, this is discrimination..."
"Little girl, if you can't solve the problem, call your manager out and let's all be reasonable..."
"Forget it about security. Haha, my friends are quite angry. If we really want to fight, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it..."
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Inside the long front desk are young female hotel staff. The professional welcome smiles on their pretty faces are somewhat stiff. Outside are a few middle-aged men who look like bosses. Behind them, there are more than ten people with the same name.
The big men lined up in black clothes and black trousers, with upright and strong bodies, looked very oppressive when standing quietly.
A few steps away, the guest in a suit looked away. A hotel staff in front of him handed over the room card, "I'm sorry, sir, your room card has been demagnetized. Here is a new one. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
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"Okay, thank you, beauty." She took the room card, smiled and glanced curiously at the crowd a few steps away. The guest turned and walked into the hotel. Press the elevator and go straight to the ninth floor, stepping on the soft carpet.
When I arrived at the end of the corridor, in front of a suite door, I didn't swipe my card to enter the room, but raised my hand and rang the doorbell several times.
While waiting, there were at least three silent fluctuations in the corner of my eye, passing by the back of the waiter pushing the dining cart away not far away. The door opened, he walked in, and threw the room card on the shoe cabinet aside, "Nothing unusual, it's still the same gang.
The trouble caused by playing Muay Thai should have aroused the anger of a few fighting enthusiasts and planned revenge or something...it has nothing to do with us."
After changing the standard Chinese that I just communicated with the hotel staff downstairs, I used Japanese. In the lobby of the room, there were three men standing or sitting. Behind the laptop on the coffee table, a man was half lying on a single sofa.
Nodding: "That's good, don't be careless. The organization has lost many people in Lingjiang recently... Mr. Watanabe, please pay attention to the fighting competition situation in the next few days when you have time. If those Thais are still causing trouble.
, let’s evacuate here to avoid unnecessary trouble.”
"Actually, I'm paying attention... The results of the karate team are so bad. Those people are simply insulting this martial art. I really want to dress up as contestants and fight a few games to let them know what karate is!"
"Ha, Mr. Watanabe, you may not win if you go up there. Those guys are pretty good at Muay Thai, especially the leader, Yasangchai, who is Pupa's youngest and most respected disciple."
"That Muay Thai master who came out of the battlefield? No wonder that kid is so murderous. It turns out he is from a famous family. But it doesn't matter, I can bring a gun..."
While chatting, several people looked very relaxed. That is to say, when they mentioned Napupa, they looked a little more solemn, and the rest were more indifferent. They seemed to be dissatisfied with the boxers from various countries living in the same building and even with this mixed martial arts competition.
He looked like he didn't really care.
Jingle bell, at this moment, the landline phone placed on the desk in the hall suddenly rang, and the conversation suddenly stopped. After a few rings, the man closest to him made a gesture, picked up the phone, and pressed the speakerphone
:"Hello?"
"Good evening, boss, do you need any special service?" From the other end of the phone, a slightly frivolous voice with a distinct Lingjiang local accent came.
The man who answered the phone couldn't help being startled when he heard the voice: "No need..."
"Wait a minute." The man who had just entered the room came over and said in a familiar tone, "What special service do you have?"
"There are many services. It depends on your preference, boss. We have all kinds of fast food." As if hearing the door opening, the voice on the other end of the phone became obviously enthusiastic, "The girls we have here are of good quality, including young women, models, college students, everything."
After special training, we guarantee that you, boss, will enjoy the supreme emperor service. In addition, if you have any special requirements, such as bringing props, wearing uniforms, etc., we can also provide them here."
"What's the price?"
"It depends on what kind of girl you want to call, boss. Normally, it's 300 a time, 800 for a night, no bargaining... By the way, boss, there's more than one person there, how many girls do you plan to call? One won't do... you have to add
Cursing, the man hung up the phone. The man who had just entered the room shook his head, smiled, and shrugged at the few people he saw: "The market price, no problem, it should be true."
"Matsuyama-kun is really a China-savvy person." The man who answered the phone first said sincerely.
"Haha, I can't talk about it. I just prefer to study Chinese culture..."
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In a dark corner outside the hotel, the phone that had just hung up dialed again, "Hey, I've thought about it, let's get a model... The price is not an issue, room 908, hurry up..." He hung up again and turned off the phone.
I removed the back cover electrical panel, took out the phone card and broke it off, then broke off the cheap flip phone and threw it into the trash can.
After finishing all this, he clapped his hands and walked out of the corner, looking at the brightly lit building, and then walked towards the entrance of the hotel's underground parking lot.
About ten minutes later, another low figure appeared, wearing Nike sportswear and a slim fit. He looked up at the camera diagonally above him, seemingly confused, but then ignored him and walked into the entrance with his head lowered.
After such a long time, the low figure who came behind naturally couldn't see the tall figure who came first. Moreover, they chose different paths after entering. One went upright and pressed the elevator to go upstairs, while the other walked across the underground parking lot, at the end.
They forcibly broke the copper lock of the iron door in a remote place, and then passed through a dark corridor with only safety indicators before entering the underground space of the hotel.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It should be on the second underground floor, which is very large. When entering a certain area, you can hear gasping and shouting from time to time, and in the silence
The sound was swirling and echoing in the passage - the low figure came looking for this sound - there were independent rooms, or spaces, all around. Some doors were only ajar, and through the gaps, you could see that there was no rest behind the doors.
The guest room was an open space with a variety of training equipment and a simple, temporary arena that was clearly built at a glance. Other than that, there was nothing else.
When a hotel provides a place for contestants to train and maintain their condition, that is the fact. As a rest hotel designated by the organizer of mixed martial arts events, it is natural that it should have these supporting facilities.
In the room with the sign C2, a group of shirtless boxers, probably sweaty from training, were scattered around the ring, having fun and taking a break. On the ring, Yasangchai was taking off his split-finger gloves, and a soldier who had stayed there.
The middle-aged man, who is probably the leader of the group, is talking about something.
"Yasang guessed, you shouldn't have been so harsh this afternoon... It's against the rules to hit the ring. The competition team hasn't decided on the punishment yet, but you will definitely be suspended."
"Then ban the game. This game means nothing to me anyway. If I hadn't promised Master before, I wouldn't have come." Yasangcai looked indifferent and didn't care.
"But the general's expectations for you..."
"I walk my own path!" Yasangchai waved his hand and interrupted impatiently, "Being a star and a public figure is the dream of many Muay Thai fighters, just like Brother Thila, but this is definitely not the purpose of my Muay Thai training. You
Having been Brother Tila's boxing manager, I know very well how powerful he was on stage before, but now, he has been reduced to going to the gym to build those beautiful-looking muscles and doing a few moves under the camera.
Look at those ignorant people... you don’t understand, you only know fame and money!”
As if he didn't want to talk to the team leader, Yasangchai jumped off the ring and walked into the group of boxers. Here he looked much more relaxed. After laughing with his companions for a few words, he glanced around and asked, "Where are Nava and the others? What's the matter?
Didn’t come to training?”
"They went out. After the game in the afternoon, your friend named Han took them away with a translator. They probably went to drink and relax... huh?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang. Everyone, including the frowning Yasanchai, turned their heads subconsciously and saw that the iron door of the training room was forcibly opened. A low figure stepped in and raised his hand to catch the rebounding iron door.
The door was ajar. At the same time, he kept walking towards this side.
"Who are you?" As he approached the center of the field, he saw clearly that he was a young boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. A boxer couldn't help shouting loudly, "This is where we train, you can't come in!"
Ignoring it, he unzipped his sportswear while walking. When he walked to the ring, he put the sportswear he took off on a chair, then pressed the table, turned over and climbed over the ropes, and got onto the ring cleanly.
He stood still, turned around, and held his hands with a calm expression: "My surname is Ren, Ren Buping, and I'm here to fight."
After finishing speaking, I looked at all the Muay Thai players, sparring partners, team leaders and others in the field looking at each other. I realized something and asked, "Isn't there a translator?"
Well, communication is a big problem. Just as he didn't understand the other party's question just now, the other party doesn't understand his purpose now. Including Yasangchai, although the latter only spoke Chinese on the stage in the afternoon, it was temporary.
What I’m learning now, I don’t actually understand.
Seeing this, Ren Buping thought for a while, raised his hand, and gave a thumbs up. In the wide-eyed eyes of the Thai people, they turned upside down in a familiar way.
The next moment, an angry roar sounded, and several figures rushed towards him quickly.