The commotion next door quickly ended; perhaps that was someone who refused to cooperate, and nothing turned up in their room search.
The Capital Commandant's manner of conduct made his stance clear, no matter how high-class your status might be, in the Ninth District, you abide by the Ninth District military's rules—accept their arbitrary decisions.
The door to Room 303 was suddenly pushed open.
There was no inquiry, not even a perfunctory knock; the Capital Commandant directly used a hotel card to open the door.
The man seated on the sofa turned his head to look over.
He was dressed in a charcoal grey suit, which wasn't as stiff or severe as darker or black ones, the light grey made his demeanor appear especially soft and clean.
His appearance had not the slightest aggression, as he sat on the sofa holding a book, looking gentle, respectful, and extremely refined.
There was a touch of surprise in the man's eyes.