The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Foreman Xiao’s situation, Qin Hao didn’t pay much attention to it.

Since Tom had already got a hold of his weakness.

The future of Foreman Xiao could be expected to be bleak.

Once inside, Tom switched to his chatterbox mode.

"Ah Mao, that bastard, he’s always hogging the spotlight, and now that something’s happened to him, he’s coming to us forgotten folks for help."

"Boss, you wouldn’t believe how defeated he sounded when he called me earlier. If it weren’t for my emotional nature, I wouldn’t have come to save this bastard."

Qin Hao couldn’t help but interrupt, "So did you see him?"

"No." Tom shook his head. "When I arrived at the location, I was stopped. That bunch just said to wait for the Night Emperor."

Night Emperor?

They actually know my alias?

Thinking about it carefully, the title of Night Emperor had been long absent.

The fact that this group knows it, does it prove they’re up to no good?

As the two were talking, the elevator door opened, revealing a glittering corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a huge door.

Outside the door stood four huge men, wearing sunglasses, with cold expressions.

Judging by their skin tone, the four men were of various races, almost no Asians.

Seeing Tom and Qin Hao walking over, one of the bodyguards stepped up coldly, saying in English, "Tom, our boss said, even if you’re a shareholder, you have no right to enter."

"Damn you, stay in line!" Tom pointed at the bodyguard and cursed, "I’m a hotel shareholder, I can go wherever I want, you can’t control me!"

"Humph!" That bodyguard detests being disrespected the most.

With a muffled grunt, he reached out with a big hand.

Tom screamed, "Boss, save me." Then quickly hid behind Qin Hao.

The bodyguard was enraged, and his fist was aiming at Qin Hao’s chest.

Crack!

The sound of bone breaking rang out.

The others hadn’t figured out what happened.

But they saw the bodyguard’s body fly up, painfully landing on the ground.

His wrist was bent, obviously broken!

This... what exactly happened?

Old Nick, actually taken down in seconds?

Was it this Asian’s doing?

The other three bodyguards stared at Qin Hao in shock.

Just now, in their eyes, Qin Hao hadn’t moved at all.

But just like that, Old Nick flew out.

What kind of skill is this?

Or is it speed at its peak?

Either scenario is enough to illustrate Qin Hao’s terrifying strength.

Instantly, the three bodyguards felt as if facing a formidable enemy, breaking out in cold sweat.

Seeing this, Tom arrogantly stepped forward and shouted, "Now, who dares stop us?"

After a mental struggle, one bodyguard said, "Could it be that you are the Night Emperor?"

His gaze was fixed on Qin Hao, his Adam’s apple involuntarily moved.

Qin Hao smiled but stayed silent, Tom boldly said, "You didn’t see wrong, this is my brother Night Emperor, you bunch of blind fools should move aside!"

The faces of the three bodyguards showed indecision.

This Tom is really too brazen.

Not a single skill, just relying on other people’s reputation.

Yet, the three couldn’t do anything about him, how infuriating is that?

"Why are you still dawdling? Do you want to force my boss to cripple you all!" Tom shouted again, saliva flying onto the faces of the three.

One bodyguard couldn’t help saying, "Boss said if Night Emperor comes, he can go in, let’s move aside!"

After saying that, he gritted his teeth, swallowing his anger as he opened the door.

The other two bodyguards, seeing this, could only comply with their fury.

"Damn bastard." Tom arrogantly cursed. Then, he leisurely walked to the door, as if recalling something, turned with a smile, "Boss, please come in quickly."

Qin Hao shook his head speechlessly, this guy hadn’t changed his antics over the years?

He strode ahead, first entering through the door with Tom’s courtesy.

Restless electronic music filled the air.

Many girls were dancing on poles. They were topless, wearing shorts that barely concealed anything, with such graceful figures.

Around the dance floor were many electronic devices — slot machines, tables, gambling tables, and various other tools.

The hall was already filled with many people.

Their characteristics were very distinct, all of them foreigners of different skin tones.

Qin Hao and Tom began to look around.

Tom clicked his tongue in wonder, "So this is a casino too! Isn’t this my old trade?"

Qin Hao smiled silently, seeing a server carrying a cocktail tray approaching, and stopped him saying, "I’m looking for Ah Mao."

The server shook his head, "Sorry sir, I don’t know Ah Mao, but I have to inform you about the expenses here. The chip exchange can’t be below 100,000 USD, transactions are instantaneous..."

After the server left, Tom was still somewhat surprised, "Wow, starting at 100,000 USD, this casino is really upmarket."

Qin Hao jokingly scolded, "Fool, we’re here to save someone, not to gamble. Get your head straight."

Tom pouted, "Boss Hao, you’re something else, clearly this is a casino. How do you save someone at a casino? Of course, you gamble big!"

Qin Hao sighed with a laugh, lazy to bother with Tom.

In such a place filled with foreigners, Asian faces were extremely rare and notable.

Qin Hao looked around for a moment, then noticed in a nearby booth, sitting dozens of foreigners, among them, a familiar face.

"Where’s Ah Mao?" Qin Hao pointed at that booth and said.

The booth was divided by a bulletproof window, people could see inside but couldn’t hear any sounds from within.