"Waiter, bill, please!"
In Room 202, Jiang Xiuyun stood up, wallet in hand.
Meanwhile, outside the private room, Bald Qiang and Zeng Yuhu sneered in a corner.
"They're leaving," Zeng Yuhu said.
Soon after, Bald Qiang patted Yellow Hair, who was dressed in a waiter's uniform, on the back. "Liang Zai, it's your turn. Go!" he exclaimed.
Yellow Hair nodded and immediately entered the private room.
"Are you ready to pay? This way, please."
Under Bald Qiang's instructions, Yellow Hair didn't lead Lin Feng and his companions to the first-floor cashier. Instead, he took them directly to a makeshift cashier at the back door, which they had also set up.
It seemed they didn't want to disrupt the hotel's regular business.
However, Lin Feng's family didn't notice anything unusual and followed Yellow Hair to the cashier at the first-floor back door. It was cold and deserted; no one was around.
