Walking through the bustling street, I saw the hot, scantily clad beauties around.
My mood was truly lifted.
Soon, I arrived at the entrance of the Imperial Court Hotel.
The Imperial Court Hotel was built very luxuriously.
Bellhops stood by, greeting guests politely.
I walked straight over.
Passing through the revolving door, I entered the lobby.
As it was mealtime, there were quite a few people.
Whether it was company gatherings, private dinners, hot spring and sauna visits, or overnight stays,
The Imperial Court Hotel could accommodate them all.
However, the cost was outrageously high.
The address Zhang Chuyue gave me was the 9th floor, Peony Pavilion.
After waiting by the elevator for a moment, I stepped inside.
But there were four other people with me.
One woman, who was quite attractive.
A long-haired beauty with a voluptuous figure, wearing a hip-hugging short skirt.
As soon as she arrived, she attracted a lot of attention.
Because her figure was truly scorching hot.
Besides her, there were two shifty-looking men, constantly smoking, with large tattooed arms.
Around twenty years old, they looked like troublemakers.
Their eyes constantly scanned the woman's chest and behind,
Showing no restraint, making the long-haired beauty avoid their gaze and move closer to me.
After entering the elevator, I reached out to press the elevator button.
But as I reached out,
That big-wave beauty also reached out to press the 9th floor.
My movement was a fraction faster, and she directly pressed my hand.
The beauty looked embarrassed and quickly retracted her hand.
She apologized somewhat sheepishly:
"Sorry, excuse me!"
After all, this was a high-class establishment, so I smiled politely:
"It's fine!"
Saying that, I stepped aside.
Another tattooed man pressed the 14th floor at that moment.
The floors from the 14th floor upwards seemed to be KTVs and bathhouses, and further up was accommodation.
But that tattooed guy was really annoying.
After pressing the 14th floor, he inexplicably started causing trouble.
He pressed all the floors below our 9th floor, one by one.
Seeing this, the big-wave beauty and I both showed a hint of indignation.
We turned and glared at him, but said nothing.
The tattooed man, however, grinned, looking swaggering and nonchalant.
He looked at the big-wave beauty and smirked:
"Beauty, I just wanted to spend a little more time with you."
After speaking, he whistled at the big-wave beauty, extremely impolitely.
And he smelled of alcohol.
The big-wave beauty didn't respond but was clearly repelled by him, leaning towards the corner of the elevator.
The other man suddenly stretched out his arm, making a stretching motion.
But his hand clearly moved towards the big-wave beauty's chest.
Seeing this, even with the best temper, the big-wave beauty couldn't tolerate it.
She directly pushed his hand away:
"What are you doing?"
The man didn't get angry but laughed:
"Beauty, what are you doing?
I was just stretching, why are you touching my hand?
Do you like me?
How about we go up together, I'll show you a good time?"
After speaking, he extended his finger to hook the woman's chin.
I stood there, completely stunned.
I thought such cliché, brainless scenes could only be seen on television.
But who knew I would witness it today.
Truly, art originates from life.
In this day and age, are there still such idiotic scumbags on the street harassing women?
The long-haired beauty dodged again.
This time, she hid directly behind me.
Seeing the beauty hide behind me and me standing there without moving aside,
Both men's expressions turned grim.
One of them spoke to me aggressively:
"Kid, get out of the way. Can't you see the beauty is playing hide-and-seek with us? Have some awareness."
The other man even raised his fist at me, making a threatening gesture.
To be honest, any man with a bit of backbone,
When faced with such a situation, would not cower.
Although I don't like trouble, I'm not afraid of it either.
And I'm definitely not someone who cowers.
Seeing them threaten me, would I be afraid of them?
Moreover, I'm not an ordinary person anymore; I carry a significant cultivation with me.
I've killed both zombies and ghosts.
Are two tattooed punks something I can't handle?
My expression immediately turned serious:
"You'd better behave yourselves. This is a society governed by law.
And beauty, don't be afraid.
With me here, they can't make a fuss."
I said calmly.
After speaking, I smiled at the long-haired beauty beside me.
She seemed to have found a lifeline and looked a little scared.
Seeing my sincere gaze, she nodded firmly.
Upon hearing my words, these two punks immediately got angry.
The thinner one grabbed my collar:
"Oh, you're quite cocky!
Playing the hero, are you?
Do you know who my brother is?
You dare to offend me?"
I laughed on the spot. I don't even know you, how could I know your brother?
I simply replied indifferently:
"I don't care who your brother is. You'd better let go of your dog-like paws, or you'll face the consequences."
"Monkey, this kid is threatening you!"
The slightly fatter man next to him said, looking down on me.
The man called Monkey snorted and suddenly raised his fist:
"Damn it, it seems you don't know who I am unless I teach you a lesson..."