Chapter 102: Ask Longman, dare he talk to me like that!


    Trantor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio


    Boom!


    Kylin, who realized the urgency of the situation, immediately floored the gas pedal, swiftly leaving the hotel they had stayed at.


    Meanwhile, Mori Jones, who had been sharing the real-time location with White Mitchell, slowly followed in a taxi behind Hans Weiden’s car.


    Before long, she arrived at the entrance of Sayon’srgest adult-themed hotel, ‘Charm Magic City’, tailing Hans Weiden’s car.


    ‘Charm Magic City’ was not a ce where ordinary people could afford. Moreover, those who came here usually came with ulterior motives.


    Furthermore, this ce was one of the territories of Sayon’s two underground kings, Longman Jack, and it had very tight security.


    So, it had almost be a ce where many of Sayon’s second-generation wealthy spent their leisure time.


    Normally, they would bring young girls obtained by unscrupulous means, partly because the ce was high-end and matched their status, and partly because it was Longman Jack’s territory, and they weren’t afraid of causing trouble.


    Thinking of this, Mori started to worry for Sherry Jones.


    “White, where are you?” In her anxiety, Mori took out her phone, ready to call White Mitchell.


    Just at that moment, a figure with a tall and straight posture appeared beside her: “Miss, no need to call, I’m here.”


    Huh?


    Mori Jones shivered all over, her goosebumps scattered everywhere, apparently frightened by White Mitchell’s sudden appearance.


    “You… how did you get here so quickly?” Mori asked incredulously.


    She had just arrived, so how could White Mitchell’s speed be so fast?


    “We ran through eighteen red lights on the way here,” said Kylin, who was standing next to White Mitchell.


    Eight… Eighteen red lights?


    Mori couldn’t help gasping and felt a sense of disbelief. At that moment, White


    Mitchell spoke directly, “Miss, now is not the time to talk about this, where’s Sherry?”


    With an intense aura emanating from him, White Mitchell at this moment looked like an angry lion, full of fierceness.


    Mori was quickly brought back to her senses and without hesitation said, “Quick! Sherry was taken into the hotel by that man!”


    Whoosh!


    Upon hearing this, White Mitchell’s face darkened instantly, his murderous intent surged, and he rushed into the hotel.


    Seeing this, Kylin also caught up.


    This…


    Upon seeing White Mitchell’s speed, Mori Jones stood rooted to the spot, her heart filled with an overwhelming shock.


    Did Longman Jack really help White Mitchell just as a favor?


    With White Mitchell having such ability, did he really need Longman Jack’s help?


    Upon this thought, Mori had a turbulent wave of shock in her heart.


    However, when she thought of Longman, Mori felt her heart thud, suddenly remembering the strict security inside ‘Charm Magic City’.


    Oops!


    Mori quickly grew anxious, but now it was impossible to stop White Mitchell because he had already charged in.


    White Mitchell was enraged, appearing in the hotel lobby.


    Perhaps sensing the aura he emitted, the crowd in the lobby immediately became alert.


    “Sir, what are you here for? If you’re checking in, please show your ID,” said the lobby manager of Charm Magic City as he walked towards White Mitchell, followed by a few burly middle-aged men.


    White Mitchell looked indifferent, his icy voice sounded dismissively, “Did a man juste in with a faint woman? Where is he now!?”


    Huh?


    Upon hearing White Mitchell’s voice, the lobby manager was taken aback, his face instantly showing an unpleasant expression.


    “Sir, are you picking a fight?” The lobby manager said in a deep voice, with the few middle-aged men behind him ready to pounce.


    “I’ll ask you again! Where is he?” White Mitchell’s voice echoed again, filled with coldness.


    At this moment, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees due to his words.


    Some people even shivered, looking at White Mitchell sternly.


    The lobby manager’s face darkened, and he ordered the men behind him, “Kick this troublemaker out!”


    After that, the lobby manager stepped aside, incessantly muttering, “Fuck! Daring to cause a disturbance in Charm Magic City? Can’t you see whose turf this is…”


    Bang! Bang! Bang!…


    Suddenly, thunderous noises interrupted the lobby manager.


    What…


    Before the lobby manager could react, he saw the burly men who were originally behind him, already lying on the ground. And all this happened in less than a second.


    Whoosh!


    Seeing this scene, the lobby manager was shocked, his legs trembling uncontrobly.


    This… This happened too quickly, right?


    He knew the capabilities of these middle-aged men very well. Although they couldn’t exaggerate to the point of fighting a hundred people, ordinary people wouldn’t stand a chance against them.


    But the two men standing in front of him had easily taken them out.


    Gulp!


    Thinking of this, the lobby manager couldn’t help but swallow, his heart racing. He was filled with fear.


    “Who… Who exactly are you? Our… our Charm Magic City, is under Mr. Longman’s control, provoking trouble here, is tantamount to…” The lobby manager’s threat held no power.


    “Where is he!?”


    White Mitchell walked right up to him, his cold eyes, like sabers of frost, locked onto the lobby manager.


    “He… he is…” The lobby manager couldn’t stop shivering, his tongue felt like it had tied numerous knots, and he couldn’t utter a word. Then, a group of fierce men burst out from the hotel lobby.


    “Buddy! Stirring up trouble in my Charm Magic City, have you picked the wrong ce!?” The leader of the group had arge bald head just like Longman Jack, with a face full of horizontal muscles, making him look very fierce.


    White Mitchell, held the lobby manager and slowly turned around, his indifferent voice resounded again, “I’m asking onest time! Where is he!”


    “Fuck you, hooligan! Daring to act so violently on Mr. Longman’s turf!? Looking for death! Chop him up! Throw him into the River Arch!” The bald-headed man bellowed, and the strongmen behind him immediately circled around.


    White Mitchell threw the lobby manager to Kylin, then with a sudden stride, he appeared in front of the bald man as if he was a ghost.


    Hiss!


    The bald man took in a sharp gasp and then heard White Mitchell’s voice, as cold as a de, “Go ask Longman if he dares to speak to me like this!


    Even if God was here today, he can’t stop me! Get out of my way!”