"Mr. Yang, don't misunderstand, it's just for self-defense, not to harm you."
Even at this moment, the hotel manager continued to make excuses.
"Do you take me for a fool? You think I'll believe your nonsense?"
As soon as the words fell, Yang Cheng suddenly stabbed the manager's arm with a dagger.
"Ah!!"
The manager let out a miserable scream, but the monitoring room was well soundproofed, so no one heard his cries.
"How long have you been lurking here? The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect really went to great lengths to deal with us."
Yang Cheng sneered, his eyes full of mockery.
"Mr. Yang, I don't understand what you're saying! I know nothing!"
The hotel manager muttered through clenched teeth, tightly pressing his hand against the wound on his arm.
This person was indeed very calm, but being too calm was a flaw.
Yang Cheng sized up the manager, and his eyes flashed with realization.
