In just twenty-five minutes, Yang Xiao appeared at the foot of the Tianwang Hotel.
On his way there, he could be said to have thrown caution to the wind—traffic violations were the least of his issues, and he had nearly been involved in several car accidents.
It was only because of his exceptional perceptiveness and reflexes, far beyond those of the average person, that he wasn't already hospitalized. Anyone else might not have been so lucky.
He had no choice; the person on the phone had given him only thirty minutes, threatening him with Zhu Li's safety.
If he wanted to ensure Zhu Li's safety, he absolutely couldn't be late. To manage this, he had to race against time at all costs, especially since finding the presidential suite No. 8, mentioned by the caller, would also take up precious minutes.
The Tianwang Hotel was no small place—as a five-star establishment in Tiandong City, the hotel's expanse was considerable. An unfamiliar person barging in would be like a headless fly.