547 The Beauty Trap without a Beauty_1

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After entering, a greeter promptly stepped forward.

"Hello, may I know if you are Mr. Gu?" the greeter asked Mr. Gu very politely.

"Yes," Mr. Gu nodded.

"Please follow me."

The greeter led the way ahead.

Mr. Gu silently followed behind.

Poison Hand was standing no more than a handspan from Mr. Gu's side.

His right hand was sheathed in a cut-resistant glove, and rivets could be seen at the knuckles.

Obviously, this was his most commonly used equipment.

He was vigilant in every direction, taking in the surroundings.

Yuehai Feng's third floor.

Room 301.

The greeter knocked on the door before opening it.

The room that came into view was very impressive.

It featured a genuine rosewood circular table that could seat more than twenty people.

In the center of the table was a glass sculpture of a willow tree.

There weren't many people inside the room; at first glance, there were a total of four.

Two women and two men.