In the room, Xia Jinyuan's indifferent and cold voice was low. There was even a hint of killing intent in it. "The receptionist, the hotel attendant, the manager who appeared at the rioting place… They speak fluent English and cater to tourists from all over the world. Not to forget, those international rescuers need the hotel to escort them to the place they need to go later. I have to say that this hotel has extraordinary abilities in Mogadishu."
"The waitress carries around a gun, and the calluses on her right hand are thicker than ours. It can be seen that she's fired many shots, more than us."
"You mean… there's a huge problem with this hotel?" G3 frowned. "If that's the case, when do we plan to check out?"
