The doorman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, but with an ugly expression on his face: "Sorry, Mr. Tang just called. All reservations for tonight have been cancelled. You may not be able to see him."
"Cancelled? Why?"
Qin Ruhai's eyes widened: "How can you change the appointment so casually? Which suite he is in, I will go directly to him."
He made a show of pushing past the doorman and entering the casino directly.
"Sorry, the casino is booked by a distinguished guest tonight, and no one is allowed in. Please come back another day, Mr. Qin!"
The doorman suddenly said loudly.
As if it was a signal, suddenly, a group of strong men in black suits rushed out from the door, holding black electric batons in their hands, with bulging bags on their waists, looking fierce.
"Tonight, the Bellagio is reserved for distinguished guests. Other unrelated people are waiting. Please leave quickly!"
The leader was a middle-aged man with a beard, a strong build, a hooked nose, and cold and deep eyes.
In Lu Fan's words, this kind of person can guess his occupation just by looking at him.
"The venue is booked?"
Qin Ruhai was slightly startled, but still wanted to insist on going in.
However, a hand grabbed his arm. Lu Fan walked up and said calmly: "There is no need to argue with them. These people are all warriors. It seems that someone took the lead and came here earlier than us."
"Warrior?"
After learning that these big men in black were all warriors, the faces of Qin Ruhai and Zhong Boyong changed a little.
But there was no fear.
After all, Lu Fan was the man who killed everyone in the troubled times in Northern Xinjiang. Even the top experts from the ten major families had to retreat when they saw him.
"Haha, who are you? You can actually tell our identities."
The strong man at the head glanced at Lu Fan in surprise, suddenly feeling that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.