Chapter 903 Broken
Click——click——
Hua la la la——
The sound of stones breaking and scattering on the ground was quite loud. Now, even those who originally didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing looked sideways.
Then they saw a field of rubble.
The lady at the front desk looked at the young man in front of her in horror, her mind going blank.
"What a terrible power!"
"Will he suddenly get violent and hurt someone?"
"Will you reach out and grab my neck?"
"Or just blow my head off with a punch?"
"Ah! With such great strength, maybe just one slap will kill me!"
"Why should I keep these people here! Can't we just ask the security guards to take them away?"
"I'm sorry dad, I'm sorry mom, I'm sorry Xiaozhi, I may not be able to go back tonight."
The young lady at the front desk was caught up in her own fantasy, but no one would notice her at this time. Because of Robert's sudden move, the security guards also became nervous. This guy looked gentle and gentle, but he didn't expect that he was a radical. ?
They would get into fights if they disagreed, and they were the kind who could tear apart marble with their bare hands.
"Fuck, your hands are a bit fierce." Murakami couldn't help complaining, "Be careful, be careful, we are here to stay in the hotel, not to perform miscellaneous notes!"
Robert spread his hands and said, "It's a bit exaggerated to say that. I'm not here to act like my chest is broken."
"You are tearing down rocks with your bare hands!" Murakami pointed unceremoniously at the broken debris, "Do you know that if we do this, we will be kicked out by the store?"
Robert said with some uncertainty, "Maybe not? This is just a quality problem at the reception desk of their hotel. It has nothing to do with us...Okay, I will compensate you for the original price!"
Murakami stared at him, feeling like he was hearing a joke.
Feeling a little embarrassed by his stare, Robert coughed dryly, took out his bank card, and asked seriously, "Excuse me, can I pay by card here?"
Although he said this, he still handed over the bank card in his hand to show that he had no ill intentions.
However, what he never expected was that Neon Man, who was always known for his service industry, gave him a righteous stab in the back.
"Don't kill me!!!"
Screams resounded throughout the hall, and the receptionist crouched down with her head in her arms to prevent herself from curling up. The entire movement was done smoothly and in one go. It was obvious that she had gone through rigorous training and many drills.
However, Robert, who was filled with "wtf", wished that this guy had never received any training.
Isn't this panicked posture telling other people whose vision is blocked that the dangerous object he is holding is in his hand?
Looking at the trembling figure behind the counter speechlessly, Robert could only hand the card in his hand to another front desk girl, "She seems to have made up something in her head. Can a bank card also threaten people?"
With your strength, even a leaf can hurt someone!
The young lady roared in her heart, but her face remained calm. She still wore a professional smile. Although her whole body was shaking with fear, she still took the card with both hands politely, swiped it on the computer, and then carefully asked, "Excuse me, what kind of room do you need?"
This professional quality is very high, Robert commented in his heart and gave her a thumbs up.
"Two standard rooms, or if you have a suite, that's fine." Robert tried to slow down his tone, "After all, we are just a group of 'little guys' who have run away from home. If possible, we still need to stay together to stay warm, so as not to be plotted by someone with intentions. "
He deliberately used an accent on "run away from home" and "little devil" to express his dissatisfaction.
After quickly checking in for Robert and the others, the lady at the front desk breathed a sigh of relief and bowed. She said apologetically, "You are provided with a suite on the sixth floor. I wish you a happy holiday. Also, I'm really sorry. , Mina just joined the job today, and she’s still a little uncomfortable with it, so I’m causing trouble for you as a guest.”
Robert shrugged, "Well, I was a little excited just now. I will pay the price at the front desk."
At this time, the female manager who came to inquire naturally interjected, "This is our problem. The counter is in disrepair and has caused you inconvenience. We apologize for the inconvenience. All your future expenses in our store will be free of charge." .”
Robert raised his eyebrows and looked at Murakami, as if to say, look, my squeeze is more effective than your ID card.
The man who had been provocative before had left in despair at some point. The broken stones on the ground seemed to indicate that his bones would be broken, which made the man feel bad.
Oh my god, what the hell is this? Can a person crush gravel with his bare hands?
I'm afraid I'm not living on TV!
With just a turn, the interesting cannon fodder disappeared, which made Robert a little dissatisfied.
"Now that you've jumped out and said something rude, just keep going." He murmured in a low voice, "No matter what, it's too childish to give up halfway through something, isn't it?"
Hearing his mutterings, the female manager who came to resolve the dispute felt veins jumping on her forehead.
She wanted to kick all these people out, but even though the other party accidentally smashed the counter, he had no intention of causing trouble, and even wanted to pay properly.
As for the conflict with that regular customer?
That is their guest’s own business and has nothing to do with their hotel!
Besides, from a woman's point of view, if someone said such rude words to her, she might just give him a kick and wake him up completely.
Little did he know that he was walking around the gate of hell. Although the male guest covered his face and ran back to the room in panic, when everyone's sight disappeared, he leaned on the door panel and breathed a long sigh of relief.
He shakily took out a cigarette and looked at his trembling hands. He was silent at first, and then became furious!
Damn it!
What are you doing!
It was just a few young people, but he actually felt afraid?
The man, filled with shame and anger, picked up the clay pot on the wooden stand and threw it to the ground.
The clay pot came into close contact with the ground, and for just a moment, it shattered, scratching the man's fingers.
However, he laughed happily as if he had seen something worthy of joy.
"Hahahaha! What's so great! I just smashed a counter!" The man smiled crazily, "Didn't I do it too?! Don't try to scare me!"
The man looked like a madman, screaming and cheering in the room, and then he lifted everything he could hold high over his head and threw it to the ground.
Watch them crack, crumble, and be irreparable.
The man smiled like a child.
