"Alright, alright, alright!"
The hotel owner, bewildered, touched his almost bald head, then slowly stood up and nodded repeatedly. He rushed into the shop, but he came out again shortly thereafter.
"By the way, sir, your ID!"
"Damn it, you son of a...!"
Mad Dog Hassan was dumbfounded upon hearing this and was nearly driven insane by the hotel owner. He uttered these words and never took his eyes off him. The hotel owner suddenly felt a chill on his head, realizing he had asked something inappropriate!
"Sir, no need. You're special, you don't need it! I'll handle it right away!"
"To hell with you!"
"Hurry up!"
The hotel owner quickly walked over to Mad Dog Hassan, gently patted his shoulder, and spoke softly. Unexpectedly, he was kicked back directly by Mad Dog Hassan, then quickly scampered into the store to handle the accommodation procedures. Soon after, his mercenaries carried the stolen drugs down from the car. Passersby looked on in astonishment!
