"Step aside, I want to go to my room." Yoshiko Sato looked at the black-clothed man with a cold expression, her eyes glinting chillingly.
As a first stage grandmaster, Yoshiko Sato had found the black-clothed man was not an ordinary person. He had powerful strength with killing intent all over him.
If it had been another time, Yoshiko Sato would have killed the man with a slash of her sword, but she had been wounded in the battle with Qingfeng Li and could not afford to use her strength.
It was a tense moment and a battle could break out any minute.
"This gentleman, would you please tell me your room number?" At this moment, a receptionist walked over and asked the black-clothed man.
The black-clothed man frowned, a chilling light flashing in his eyes. He glanced at the receptionist and turned to leave. Before he turned away, he cast a cold glance at Qingfeng Li with killing intent in his eyes.