165: Chapter 165 Checking into a Top-Tier Hotel! Has the Sea Emperor's Palace's Revenge Arrived?

The SUV drove out of the Jinghai Bay Aquatic Market. The streetlights on both sides of the road flashed past rapidly.

Su Yang gripped the steering wheel with one hand, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

Reba was sitting in the passenger seat. She had lowered the seat back, covered herself with a jacket, and had already fallen into a deep sleep.

In the back seat, Mary asked, "Boss, where are we sleeping tonight?"

"We'll find a place to sleep. There's a Longteng Hotel fifteen kilometers ahead. We'll go there," Su Yang said, looking at the car's navigation system.

Chu Ling sat straight in the middle, the moonlight from outside shining on her face. She was instinctively absorbing the faint essence of the moon. The body of a Flying Zombie was like a bottomless pit, constantly devouring energy.

Lin Lang sat pressed against the car door. She opened her eyes wide, watching the night view outside the window. Along the way, she saw office buildings dozens of stories high, huge glass curtain walls, and the flashing traffic lights on the overpasses. These things kept impacting her mind.

Although Yaochi was rich in Spiritual Qi, compared to this modern city built of steel, it seemed very primitive.

She turned her head to look at Su Yang's profile. This man had broken the Yaochi Sword Formation, sent the Grand Elder flying, and now had casually taken out gold bars to buy all the seafood in the market to feed the Dragon. What exactly was his identity?

Su Yang sensed Lin Lang's gaze but did not turn his head. "Stop looking. If you follow me from now on, you'll see plenty of things. Cultivating immortality isn't just about hiding in a cave and meditating every day."

Lin Lang quickly withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and twisted her hands together. She didn't dare to talk back.

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Sea Emperor Palace club on the Second Ring Road of the capital, a smoke-filled, extremely spacious luxury office was filled with hazy smoke.

The floor was covered with a thick Persian rug. Behind a huge mahogany desk sat a middle-aged man with a shaved head. He was wearing a black silk shirt with the collar open, revealing a striking tattoo of a tiger descending the mountain. He was playing with two strings of little-leaf red sandalwood prayer beads in his hands.

He was the boss of the Sea Emperor Palace, Tiger Zhao, one of the leaders of the capital's underground forces. In his early years, he started out by collecting protection fees, later "washed his hands" to open this high-end club, and befriended many powerful and influential people.

In front of the desk, Manager Liu knelt on the floor. His right wrist was wrapped in thick bandages and in a cast.

"Brother Tiger, you have to stand up for me." Manager Liu's voice trembled, carrying a crying tone.

"That batch of Russian king crab was all snatched by that kid from out of town. He doesn't hold our Sea Emperor Palace in any regard at all. I mentioned your name, and that foreign woman under him just snapped my wrist. The five bodyguards we brought were all beaten to the ground."

Tiger Zhao stopped playing with the prayer beads, took a deep drag of his cigar, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. "Five bodyguards couldn't even beat one foreign woman?"

"Brother Tiger, that woman is a trained fighter! Her strength is terrifyingly huge. She sent people flying with a single punch," Manager Liu quickly explained.

"A trained fighter?" Tiger Zhao sneered. He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the night view of the capital. "In this territory of the capital, a trained fighter is nothing. The reason I, Tiger Zhao, have what I have today relies not only on money but also on people."

Tiger Zhao turned around and looked at an old man sitting on the office sofa. The old man was wearing a grey robe. He had his eyes closed and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa. His breathing was extremely steady and long. His temples were bulging high. This indicated he was an expert in internal martial arts, also known as a Martial Artist in the secular world. Although Martial Artists could not invoke the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi like cultivators, they cultivated internal strength and could shatter boulders with a single punch, making them supermen in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Elder Chang, I'm afraid I have to trouble you to make a trip for this matter." Tiger Zhao spoke to the old man in a very polite tone.

Elder Chang slowly opened his eyes. A flash of light shone in them. "Boss Zhao is too polite. I take people's money and resolve their troubles. It's just a foreign woman who has practiced some external kung fu for a few days. My old hands are enough to crush every bone in her body."

Elder Chang's tone was calm and full of confidence. He was a Martial Artist at the Peak of internal strength, only one step away from the legendary Grandmaster Realm. He wouldn't care if a hundred ordinary bodyguards came at him.

Tiger Zhao nodded. He looked at another subordinate. "Did you find out that kid's license plate number?"

The subordinate immediately stepped forward to report: "Brother Tiger, we found it. It's an explosion-proof SUV with a Southwest Military Region license plate. However, news just came in from our contact at the Traffic Bureau that this vehicle parked in the underground garage of the Longteng Hotel half an hour ago."

"Longteng Hotel?" Tiger Zhao bit down on his cigar. "The monk can run, but the temple can't run away. Call the brothers. We're going to the Longteng Hotel. Before dawn, I want to see this kid kneeling in my office. I want to break his bones one by one."

"Yes! Brother Tiger!" The subordinate received the order and immediately turned to go out and call for people.

At 3:00 AM, the SUV drove into the entrance of the Longteng Hotel. This was one of the top five-star hotels in the capital. The entrance was magnificent and golden. Four uniformed doormen stood at the entrance.

The SUV stopped at the main entrance. The doorman hurriedly ran over to open the car door.

Su Yang got out of the car first. Next were the yawning Reba and Mary. Then came Chu Ling and Lin Lang.

The four doormen were stunned when they saw how these women were dressed. One was wearing Qing Dynasty official robes with a deathly pale face. One was wearing tight leather clothing with blonde hair and blue eyes. The other two were wearing overcoats and sunglasses. In the middle of the night, this combination looked extremely strange.

Su Yang ignored the doormen's gazes. He tossed the car keys to a doorman. "Go park it. Drive carefully."

The doorman caught the keys and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, sir."

Su Yang led the four women into the hotel lobby. A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling of the lobby. The floor was paved with polished marble that reflected like a mirror.

Su Yang walked to the front desk. Two young female receptionists were standing there. Seeing such a group of people walk in suddenly in the middle of the night, the two receptionists were also a bit dazed.

"I want to book rooms. Presidential suites on the top floor. Book two." Su Yang tapped on the marble countertop.