391: illegitimate child?!

The scene before them had left everyone present frozen in shock.

But there was one person who was even more shocked than the rest.

Looking at the gold coins covering the hall like they were worthless, Roy felt his heart bleeding.

It was more than just bleeding.

How much money is this, for f***'s sake?!

He wanted to say something, but considering the current situation, speaking out of turn might just make him look even more ridiculous, so he chose to keep his mouth shut.

Not long after Liu Yan finished speaking, a balding middle-aged man hurried over to him.

Clatter—

As the manager ran, he couldn't avoid stepping on the gold coins, causing a clattering sound.

In his hand, he clutched a pure white handkerchief, and as he ran, he was busy wiping the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

What are you staring at?! Hurry up and pick up the gold coins, and count them all for me, not a single one missing!

While jogging, the manager didn't forget to scold the two receptionists.

What made him so nervous wasn't the gold coins filling the hall.

As the manager of the Santorinoya, he had seen his fair share of things.

But he had never seen anyone conjure so many gold coins out of thin air.

This had nothing to do with magic tricks.

This was bordering on actual magic.

As a staunch atheist, the manager didn't believe these were conjured from nothing.

The only possibility he could think of was that the hotel lobby had mechanisms that even someone at his level couldn't access.

After all, for the Santorinoya Hotel, paving the floor with gold bricks wasn't exactly rare.

And these gold coins everywhere.

They were clearly part of an event meant to please customers, for performances, or to distribute rewards.

It was just that Liu Yan had triggered it prematurely.

But could someone who would act on their own initiative to do such a thing over a trivial matter.

Be an ordinary person?

Considering everything, the person before him.

Was most likely the illegitimate son of the Santorinoya Hotel owner!

Besides that, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

It couldn't be that these gold coins were actually conjured by his bare hands, right?

He dared to say that if that were really the case, he'd eat them on the spot.

Take me to a private room.

Liu Yan looked at the manager standing in front of him with a displeased expression.

Ever since this person arrived, he had been standing there with a thoughtful look on his face.

Being addressed by Liu Yan, the manager suddenly snapped out of his own wild conjectures.

Ah, sorry, sorry, it's my lack of hospitality. I'll take you to a private room right away.

The manager apologized profusely and then gestured for him to follow.

As it happens, private room 8888 hasn't been booked today. Would you like...

No need.

Liu Yan raised his hand to refuse, then pointed to a private room not far away.

It was a room with the lucky number 678.

I want that one.

After Liu Yan finished speaking, the manager immediately looked troubled, but fearing Liu Yan's status, he didn't dare say much and could only helplessly advise:

Um... this room has just been booked by a guest...

I know, Liu Yan nodded slowly. I mean, make him get out. I want that room.

Just now outside, Liu Yan had clearly seen through the hotel wall the middle-aged man who had humiliated Roy enter this room.

This...

The manager was at a loss for what to do.

On one side was an old acquaintance who brought him benefits, and on the other, potentially the boss's illegitimate son...

Neither was someone he could easily offend.

Why the f*** did these two have to cross paths?

When Liu Yan was showering the gold coins, other receptionists had already run to the manager to quickly explain what had happened.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have come out personally.

The incident that just happened was something someone like him could swallow and move on from.

But who was this person in front of him?

The illegitimate son of the Santorinoya owner!

Could a playboy like this tolerate such treatment?

Especially when it was right on his own doorstep.

This guest, um... would it be convenient to ask for your name...

As soon as the manager spoke, Liu Yan didn't hesitate for a second and decisively said:

Chen Yu.

Hiss—!

The moment the name Chen was spoken, the manager gasped sharply, and his pupils constricted instantly!

It was just as he thought!!

The owner of the Santorinoya was indeed surnamed Chen!!

Now, he was absolutely certain that the person before him was the illegitimate son of the Santorinoya!

However, such a secret was not something someone at his level should know.

So... he couldn't let on that he knew.

Young Master Chen... Mr. Chen.

My name is Zhang Qing. You can just call me Xiao Zhang or Xiao Qing. I'll take you to room 678 right away.

Zhang Qing's tone was extremely eager as he stood next to Liu Yan and led the way, keeping a step behind him.

This sudden change in attitude caught both Liu Yan and Roy off guard.

Not going to lie, the code name Chen Yu, while a bit unpleasant.

Seemed to be... quite useful.

The three arrived at the door of room 678, and Zhang Qing reached out to open it.

Inside, the middle-aged man who had previously humiliated Roy was sitting on a luxurious sofa with his arms spread out.

On either side of him sat two beautiful women.

Upon feeling the door open, the middle-aged man's expression visibly soured.

F***.

Didn't you see the 'No Entry' sign on the door?

After speaking, the middle-aged man finally saw the manager standing at the door, along with the beggar in green pants from before.

A look of disdain appeared at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth, and just as he was about to speak, Zhang Qing's expression changed, and he quickly cut in:

This room, Young Master Chen... Mr. Chen has reserved it.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man frowned slightly.

I say, Zhang Qing, what's the meaning of this? Has anyone other than me ever been able to book 678?

Hearing this, sweat instantly poured down Zhang Qing's forehead.

What are you talking about! Mr. Chen booked it before you, I just forgot about it.

While speaking, Zhang Qing kept winking and gesturing at the middle-aged man.

Room 678 had indeed always been reserved for this middle-aged man.

Even if someone else tried to book it, Zhang Qing would say it was already taken, even if the middle-aged man wasn't coming.

But now that the middle-aged man had said this out loud, Zhang Qing wanted to chop him into pieces!

The illegitimate son of the Santorinoya owner was right here!

Was this kind of abuse of power something that could be said out loud?

Watching Zhang Qing's winking and gesturing, the middle-aged man also felt that something wasn't quite right.

Just then, the woman to the middle-aged man's right spoke in confusion:

Brother Wang, didn't you say 678 was your exclusive room and no one else could enter?

After the beauty finished speaking, the middle-aged man's brain immediately seized the high ground of intelligence.

In this situation, could he afford to lose face?

Absolutely not!

He immediately slammed the table, pointed at Zhang Qing, and glared, saying:

Zhang Qing, stop f***ing biting the hand that feeds you. I thought we were fellow townsmen!

Whatever he's paying you, I'll pay you double!

Get them both to get the hell out of here, don't be an eyesore!

Afterwards, the middle-aged man sneered and turned to look at Liu Yan and Roy, his tone extremely hostile:

I guess I misjudged you.

Dressed like a stinking beggar, yet you have a little money.

But let me tell you, for you, coming here to eat a meal is an occasional celebration, or a massive expenditure.

But for me, this is just a daily routine.

You'd be better off saving that money; this isn't a place that social dregs like you can afford to consume at.

After he finished speaking, one of the beauties beside the middle-aged man looked at him with admiration.

Then she picked up a cigar from the table and brought it to the middle-aged man's mouth.

The middle-aged man bit the cigar with a satisfied look, looking every bit like a real estate tycoon.

Wu Jinquan, f*** your mother, are you blind or just stupid, can't you see who you're dealing with?!

This person is not someone you can afford to offend!!

Zhang Qing was so anxious he was on the verge of rushing over to beat Wu Jinquan up.

It was one thing for him to have a mental breakdown, but he was going to drag him down too!

Just as the beauty was about to take the torch lighter to help him light the cigar, a sudden, unexpected gunshot rang out.

Bang—!

In an instant, the cigar that had been at the middle-aged man's mouth was shattered into pieces.

Inside room 678, time seemed to freeze in place.

No one saw when a giant wave assault rifle had appeared in Liu Yan's hands.

It was as if it had just appeared out of thin air in Liu Yan's hands.

This shot didn't kill the middle-aged man, not because Liu Yan missed.

But because he was now able to suppress the two strange personalities in his mind.

Otherwise, the middle-aged man wouldn't have left this place alive today.

While everyone's breathing stopped, Liu Yan's voice slowly rang out:

Go out, turn left for one kilometer, then turn right, there is a food stall.

Before I finish my meal, I want to see a photo of you dining at the food stall.

Send it to him, and have him show it to me.

As he spoke, Liu Yan raised the giant wave and pointed the barrel at Zhang Qing.

This almost scared Zhang Qing into wetting himself.

But even under such pressure, Zhang Qing still unobtrusively sent a message to the security captain on his phone.

Telling him to ignore the gunshot that had just rung out.

If I don't see the photo when I finish my meal, you will die.

After Liu Yan finished speaking, he didn't look at Wu Jinquan again.

He sat down in one of the seats in 678 as if no one else was there, and at the same time beckoned to Roy, signaling him to sit.

Order whatever you want, it's my treat.

Facing Roy, Liu Yan's attitude had completely changed 180 degrees from before.

Wu Jinquan, who had been threatened by Liu Yan, still had a livid face.

This was the ultimate humiliation!!

For someone like him, to go eat at a roadside food stall?

How was that any different from eating trash?

Because Liu Yan held the truth in his hands, Wu Jinquan didn't continue to try and provoke him.

You have to know, the fact that the shot had hit the cigar in his mouth meant that it could have hit his head.

Fine, enjoy your meal, I'll go eat at the food stall now.

Wu Jinquan forced a smile, but the words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

Then he prepared to leave the private room.

Just as Wu Jinquan was about to leave, Liu Yan's voice drifted over:

Wait, take these two women with you.

Take a group photo.

Standing at the door, Wu Jinquan stopped, his fists clenched tightly.

Take both female companions with him?

Lose face in front of them?

At this moment, the killing intent in his eyes had solidified.

After breathing out heavily, he turned back with an angry laugh.

Fine.

Fine!

After speaking, he beckoned to the two shaken women.

Hurry up and come with me to eat at the food stall!

After speaking, Wu Jinquan glared heavily at Liu Yan.

However, his response was the barrel of Liu Yan's gun already turned towards him.

From beginning to end, Liu Yan hadn't even turned his head once.

Glare at me one more time, and you'll die right now.

In an instant, the hair on Wu Jinquan's body stood on end.

He just guessed that he would glare at him from behind, and he pointed a gun at him directly?

No, I was glaring at these two ignorant women...

The two beauties quickly walked to Wu Jinquan's side, and the three of them hurried out of the room.

Not until they had left the Santorinoya Hotel did one of the women show a displeased expression.

Brother Wu, are we really going to eat at a food stall?

Yeah, Brother Wu, I don't want to eat that, it's all junk food, so oily!

Wu Jinquan snorted coldly.

Eat a f***ing food stall, he thinks he's something just because he has a gun.

There are plenty of people who know my name.

Up until now, aren't I still living just fine?

Likes playing with guns, likes private rooms...

Heh, I want to see if he can leave the Santorinoya Hotel today...

Before Wu Jinquan finished speaking, as if haunted, Liu Yan's voice rang in his ear:

Since you don't like eating at the food stall.

Then eat bullets.

Liu Yan's voice scared Wu Jinquan so much that his legs went weak!

How the f*** did this person follow him out?

No, no, no! I'm preparing to go eat at the food stall right now! I was just about to go!

Wu Jinquan looked back instantly, but the entrance of the Santorinoya was empty.

The two female receptionists were still picking up gold coins in the lobby.

Wu Jinquan looked around constantly, but he didn't see Liu Yan's figure at all.

Is it haunted?

You two, did you hear any sound just now?

Wu Jinquan looked at the two beauties following him, and both shook their heads in unison.

If you ask if they heard anything, of course they did!

They heard Wu Jinquan inexplicably begging for mercy and admitting his mistake.

Wu Jinquan turned back, his face full of shame.

Damn it, scaring himself.

It's not like he has clairvoyance or super-hearing.

Besides, even if he did, could he really kill him from the private room?

Bang—!!

In an instant, a red light appeared above Wu Jinquan's head!

Splat—!!

Wu Jinquan's head exploded on the spot!

The two women standing beside him were instantly covered in blood.

A few seconds later, the two women snapped out of their shock and confusion.

He's dead... he's dead!!

Ghost... there's a ghost!! A ghost!!

It's haunted!!

The two women, covered in blood, looked at Wu Jinquan's corpse on the ground with trembling pupils, their fair legs uncontrollably going weak, and they nearly collapsed to the ground.

Without caring about their image, the two of them fled into the distance like headless flies.

They had been completely terrified by this bizarre scene.