The cold dagger nearly scared Ma Changzhi out of his wits.
Trembling, he said:
"Th-this matter is not up to me to decide, you have to talk to our manager, I-I'll take you to him now."
Lin Yi turned around and looked at Chen Lin, "Wait for me here."
Chen Lin was already dumbfounded, her beautiful eyes wide open.
She didn't expect Lin Yi would bring a knife.
"You're crazy, bringing a knife!" Chen Lin said:
"If they call the police, that's enough to get you sentenced for several years!"
"Don't worry, just wait here." Lin Yi said imperatively.
Ma Changzhi calmed down, no longer as scared as before.
He really couldn't beat him.
But the moment he took out the knife, he already lost!
Once they meet the boss, there must be a way to subdue him.
Then call the police, at least he'd get ten or eight years.
Lin Yi escorted Ma Changzhi to the fourth floor and pushed open the door of room 401.
A bald man sat on the sofa, with a large tattoo on his forearm.
