Chapter 166 A Flying Kick, I'm Going to Get Lost!

"Open this door for me now, and I'll have a proper talk with the people inside. I promise I won't damage anything here."

"Brother Shang, look at me... I came in such a hurry that I forgot to bring my keys. How about this, you come down to the restaurant with me first, and I'll have the waiter bring you a pot of good tea. Then you can tell me in detail what happened."

The lobby manager tried his best to mediate between the two sides, speaking in a friendly and courteous manner.

But when Shang Biao heard this, his face suddenly darkened, and he spat on his leather shoes.

He reached out and slapped the lobby manager's face, his expression full of hostility, and said, "Manager Wu, you don't actually think that just because I'm speaking to you politely, I'm really discussing this with you?!"

"Open the door right now, or don't blame me for breaking down the door and going in. And then, I can't guarantee that next year's tea fee will still be the same!"

"Or if it gets involved in anything bloody, Manager Wu, your hotel will have to close down!"

Manager Wu's expression changed slightly after being spat on and slapped in the face, but he quickly returned to normal after remembering the other party's identity.

He forced a smile at Shang Biao and said, "I really forgot to bring it. How about you let me talk to your people first? See how to handle this matter and come up with a plan."

Shang Biao glanced at him up and down, and a few seconds later, took a step back.

The lobby manager walked to the room door, knocked gently, and then asked through the door, "Guest, are you inside?"

Mo Wenpei and Qiao Changcai overheard the entire conversation outside through the door and peephole, and also noticed the subtle protective intent of the security guards.

The two men exchanged a glance and said, "Have them leave and go down to the lobby. We can discuss anything there."

If a fight really breaks out, it's really not possible to fight in front of their precious little niece. Otherwise, what if the blood and gore terrifies their little darling?

Fourteen people is a bit too many.

However, given their skills and the availability of suitable weapons, they might be able to put up a fight.

"Stop talking nonsense! You bitch, open the door!! Don't force me to break down the door, or you'll be in big trouble." Upon hearing Mo Wenpei's response from inside the door, Shang Biao immediately shouted at the door again.

"If you don't open the door, believe it or not, with just one word from me, you won't be able to leave this city, no matter how much you beg and plead."

"If you open the door now, maybe you'll kowtow a few times, apologize, and pay me some medical expenses, and I might be merciful enough to let you go. Otherwise..."

Shang Biao did not continue speaking.

However, anyone could hear the threat in it.

Not only do they have to kowtow and kneel to apologize, but they also have to pay a sum of money.

That was the purpose of his visit.

But after he finished making his threats and shouting, all that responded to him was silence.

The silence inside the room made Shang Biao feel that the other party didn't take him seriously at all, and he felt extremely embarrassed.

This embarrassment reminded him of his previous disgraceful experience on the rooftop. His face turned extremely gloomy, and he could no longer control the anger in his chest. Anger overwhelmed his reason, and he raised his hand and slashed at the door.

"Brothers, let's chop this up! If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

At his command, the group of men who had come with him immediately raised their weapons and began hacking and smashing at the door.

The security guards' expressions changed. They couldn't openly oppose the other party, but they still tried to block them if they could.

Soon, a physical altercation broke out between them and the people brought by the zombie dog.

Inside the house.

Knowing they were about to break down the door, Mo Wenpei immediately turned around and told Yan Liti to close the door, then she and Qiao Changcai waited at the door with their homemade weapons.

Yan Liti sat by the window in the room, holding Qiao Qiao in her arms, watching the situation outside the door with great anxiety.

Even though she was anxious, she didn't forget to comfort Qiao Qiao in her arms: "Baby, don't be afraid. Grandma is also very strong. Don't be afraid."

Qiao Qiao didn't say anything, but just sat obediently in her lap.

To be honest, she wasn't afraid at all. Her spiritual power couldn't kill people directly, but she had been able to take down fourteen wild boars with it, so taking down these people for a few minutes was not out of the question.

It might cause some trouble later.

Just as Qiao Qiao and Xiao Yuan in the bracelet space were ready to go all out, a police siren suddenly sounded outside the hotel.

The sound of the siren was heard not only by those inside the house but also by those outside.

Shang Biao sneered, looking at the door with a large hole in it, and said with a sneer, "You don't actually think calling the police will do any good, do you?"

His tone was incredibly arrogant.

Mo Wenpei and Qiao Changcai really didn't expect the other party to be so arrogant, not even afraid of the police.

The lobby manager behind them was also in a panic.

This group has deep roots in Baoyi City; if they were to be eradicated, the police force would be far from sufficient.

Moreover, as far as he knew, the reason these people were able to act so arrogantly was due to a complex relationship with "those above".

However, the lobby manager's concerns did not last long.

Because he was standing at the ventilation window on the fourth floor, looking down.

Upon seeing this, he immediately gasped.

Not a minute after the police car stopped, ten more military off-road vehicles pulled up behind it.

Almost everywhere you looked, there were military off-road vehicles.

Four people got out of each military vehicle, all dressed in camouflage uniforms and carrying large, black weapons!

This, this is!

Such a grand display.

Even though it was freezing cold and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street, it still attracted many ordinary people who had heard the news and rushed over from their homes to see what was going on.

As Qiao Changdong and Shen Qingyan ran towards the fourth floor.

Shang Biao had already learned about the situation from his underlings.

At this point, a fight hadn't broken out yet; they had simply broken down the door. Hearing his younger brother's scream, he ran over to take a look and was immediately terrified.

"What are these people doing here?" His voice trembled.

The lobby manager, who was peering out the window, turned and looked at him with a strange expression. In an indescribable tone, he uttered a few words: "A first-class merit."

He knew.

The weather in Baoyi City is finally going to change; it's going to clear up!

After all, being able to mobilize so many military off-road vehicles at once is definitely not something an ordinary person could do.

Twenty minutes later.

The fourteen thugs who came to surround them were all taken away, their faces ashen.

No one was injured or killed.

Oh, that's not quite right either; there were still casualties.

Upon seeing these military off-road vehicles, Shang Biao's first reaction was to run, and his henchmen all ran downstairs.

A group of people were huddled together, and no one noticed that the lobby manager, who was leaning against the window looking outside, kicked Shang Biao as he walked downstairs with his back to him, bracing himself against the windowsill behind him.

"Go to hell!"