The night was thick.
Outside the hotel where Shen Feng and his group were staying,
a series of black sedans came to a steady halt.
From the passenger seat of the first sedan, an American middle-aged man stepped out, carrying an aura of a high-ranking member; he was Kermis, the chairman of the Paradise Club.
After stepping out from the passenger seat, he hurried to the rear door, opened it respectfully, and said in not-so-fluent Huaxia Country language, "Mr. Huo, we have arrived."
"Mm!"
An elderly voice came from inside the car, followed by an old man with a cane stepping out.
This old man had entirely white hair, his face full of wrinkles, and his eyes flickered with a relentless glint.
Just then, a duty manager came out from the hotel, quite politely saying, "Sir, you can't park here!"
The old man glanced at the manager.
Suddenly, the eyes of the manager became dull, standing on the spot motionless and dazed.
"Cough cough!"