The Chef Rules the Last Days

If it wasn’t for the dried bloodstains splattered every few meters on the walls and ground stalls, Su Mo would have thought this was a pre-apocalyptic luxury hotel.

After the room was arranged, the only person who had guided them here disappeared.

Before entering the room, Jin Han made a point of approaching Lu Chen and asked in a low voice, "What’s the situation? Just gonna sleep soundly like this?"

Lu Chen nodded, giving him a bland look, "Go to sleep, nothing will happen tonight."

That meant trouble might come tomorrow. After closing the door, Jin Han dispersed the rest of the people.

Jianxiong walked into the room that Su Mo and Lu Chen were sharing and first marveled at the luxurious interior. Then he smacked his lips, "In the past, I couldn’t afford to stay at this hotel. It’s five figures a night. What’s that strangely dressed man up to?"

Su Mo plopped down on the bed, and the soft mattress bounced up—a real hotel standard. She touched the bed and thought that she might secretly take it with her when they checked out—probably wouldn’t be a problem.

Lu Chen took off his slightly burnt coat and threw it on the floor, then drew back the heavy drapes to peek outside with one eye, "We’ll know tomorrow."

Su Mo lay back on the bed and looked up at Jianxiong’s stubbled chin, "Go rest, Jianxiong, nothing will happen with Lu Chen here."

"Alright, little sister, get some sleep early."

Only after the door was closed did Lu Chen approach the bed. He towered over her, a smile tinged his phoenix eyes, "You trust me that much?"