"It seems that he doesn't want us to find him yet, Hum! He underestimated me, Zhao De, Ying Gang, no matter what method you use, find out the identity of this person as soon as possible, and catch him before he withdraws a large amount, otherwise, Zhao's loss will be great. Do you understand?" Zhao De poured white powder on the glass coffee table and started his life in fog.

Ying just left the main room, took out her cell phone in her vagina, started to make calls, mobilize all resources that can be mobilized, and thoroughly investigate the identity of the black card holder.

......

The Clinton Hotel is an industry affiliated to the Baishi Group in China

The Bai Family Group is headquartered in New York, USA. It has strong financial resources, no less than the Zhao family in Huadu. Even above the Zhao family, they have low-key style and black and white notices. They have strong support in politics, business, and even the underworld.

Bai's family is like a myth in the business world. No matter which industry they enter, they can win a great victory and never lose. All the people, things or things that try to stop their development are going to perish. The head of Bai's family is said to be very mysterious and no one has ever seen its true face. All Bai's operations are handed over to a top team for management. He is only responsible for the difficult and complicated problems that the top team cannot solve.

"Who are you?"

Inside the VIP room of the Clinton Hotel, the hotel lobby manager was angry with the two rude men in front of him. He had never seen such a rude person. He looked at the ceiling while talking, leaving only his nostrils for him...

"Call your boss out," the man wearing black leather gloves said to the manager.

The manager gave him a blank look and said, "It is my responsibility to entertain VIPs, not our boss's responsibility." I don't know who he is. Is our boss also a small thug like you who can meet him as soon as you want? The lobby manager complained in his heart.

The man in the glove seemed a little impatient. He reached out and pinched the lobby manager's neck. The force was so strong that he could almost instantly crush his neck bones.

"Now, can you ask your boss to come out?"

The lobby manager struggled with his hands, his eyes rolled straight, his mouth wide open, and he couldn't say a word.

"Let him go, don't make any trouble, be careful to alert the snake," said another man wearing sunglasses, obviously the leader of the two.

The man in the glove obediently let go of his five fingers and shook his neck. He could only hear the sound of the slutch of the bones, just like the gangsters played on TV.

The lobby manager finally knew what a real underworld was... He trembled and dialed his boss's phone number and explained the situation one by one.

"When will he come?" the glove man asked again when he saw him hanging up the phone.

The lobby manager lowered his head, did not dare to look directly at him anymore, and whispered respectfully: "Old, the boss has gone abroad, the Security Councilor of our hotel will be here soon, right away."

When the man with gloves heard this, he raised his fist again, but the man with sunglasses stopped him and turned to the lobby manager and said, "Can he make the decision about the hotel?"

The lobby manager nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Security can make full decisions about our Clinton Hotel."

When the man in sunglasses heard this, he nodded, "Just make the decision."

After a while, a burly man in suit came to the VIP room. Behind him, four hotel security guards were following, holding batons in their hands, and all of them were fierce and vicious on their faces.

The man in glove shook his neck again, and after a few clicks, he laughed and said, "Brother, it seems that these people are coming to fight us. It just so happened that my fists have itched for several days." "It seems that he doesn't want us to find him yet, Humph! He underestimated me, Zhao De, Ying Gang, no matter what method you use, find out the identity of this person as soon as possible. Before he withdraws a large amount, he must catch him. Otherwise, Zhao's loss will be great. Do you understand?" Zhao De poured the white powder on the glass coffee table and started his cloud-like life.

Ying just left the main room, took out her cell phone in her vagina, started to make calls, mobilize all resources that can be mobilized, and thoroughly investigate the identity of the black card holder.

......

The Clinton Hotel is an industry affiliated to the Baishi Group in China

The Bai Family Group is headquartered in New York, USA. It has strong financial resources, no less than the Zhao family in Huadu. Even above the Zhao family, they have low-key style and black and white notices. They have strong support in politics, business, and even the underworld.

Bai's family is like a myth in the business world. No matter which industry they enter, they can win a great victory and never lose. All the people, things or things that try to stop their development are going to perish. The head of Bai's family is said to be very mysterious and no one has ever seen its true face. All Bai's operations are handed over to a top team for management. He is only responsible for the difficult and complicated problems that the top team cannot solve.

"Who are you?"

Inside the VIP room of the Clinton Hotel, the hotel lobby manager was angry with the two rude men in front of him. He had never seen such a rude person. He looked at the ceiling while talking, leaving only his nostrils for him...

"Call your boss out," the man wearing black leather gloves said to the manager.

The manager gave him a blank look and said, "It is my responsibility to entertain VIPs, not our boss's responsibility." I don't know who he is. Is our boss also a small thug like you who can meet him as soon as you want? The lobby manager complained in his heart.

The man in the glove seemed a little impatient. He reached out and pinched the lobby manager's neck. The force was so strong that he could almost instantly crush his neck bones.

"Now, can you ask your boss to come out?"

The lobby manager struggled with his hands, his eyes rolled straight, his mouth wide open, and he couldn't say a word.

"Let him go, don't make any trouble, be careful to alert the snake," said another man wearing sunglasses, obviously the leader of the two.

The man in the glove obediently let go of his five fingers and shook his neck. He could only hear the sound of the slutch of the bones, just like the gangsters played on TV.

The lobby manager finally knew what a real underworld was... He trembled and dialed his boss's phone number and explained the situation one by one.

"When will he come?" the glove man asked again when he saw him hanging up the phone.

The lobby manager lowered his head, did not dare to look directly at him anymore, and whispered respectfully: "Old, the boss has gone abroad, the Security Councilor of our hotel will be here soon, right away."

When the man with gloves heard this, he raised his fist again, but the man with sunglasses stopped him and turned to the lobby manager and said, "Can he make the decision about the hotel?"

The lobby manager nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Security can make full decisions about our Clinton Hotel."

When the man in sunglasses heard this, he nodded, "Just make the decision."

After a while, a burly man in suit came to the VIP room. Behind him, four hotel security guards were following, holding batons in their hands, and all of them were fierce and vicious on their faces.
Chapter completed!