Demon King Lingzhihuang is the best in the world

Chapter 351 Bai's
"It seems that he still doesn't want us to find him, hmph! You underestimate me, Zhao De, Yinggang, no matter what method you use, find out the identity of this person as soon as possible, and catch him before he withdraws a large sum of money. He, otherwise, the Zhao family will suffer a great loss, understand?" Zhao De poured the white powder on the glass tea table, and began his cloudy life.

Ying just exited the door main room, took out the mobile phone from his pocket, and started making calls, mobilizing all available resources to thoroughly investigate the identity of the black card holder.

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The Clinton Hotel is a property of the Baishi Group located in China

The headquarters of the Bai Group is located in New York, USA, with strong financial resources. It is no less than the Zhao family in Huadu, and even higher than the Zhao family. backing support.

For the business world, the Bai family is like a myth. No matter which industry they set foot in, they can win big and never fail. All the people and things or things that try to block their development are going to perish. The head of the Bai family is rumored to be very mysterious. No one has ever seen his true face. All the operations of the Bai family are handed over to a top team to take care of. He is only responsible for intractable diseases that the top team cannot solve.

"Who are you?"

In the VIP room of the Clinton Hotel, the lobby manager of the hotel was irritated by the two rude men in front of him. He had never seen such rude people. He looked at the ceiling while talking, leaving only his nostrils for him. . .

"Call your boss out," the man in black leather gloves said to the manager.

The manager rolled his eyes at him, and said coldly: "It's my responsibility to entertain distinguished guests, not our boss's responsibility." Well, I don't even know who I am, and our boss is also a thug like you who can see it whenever he wants. what?The lobby manager slandered in his heart.

The glove man seemed a little impatient. He reached out and pinched the lobby manager's neck with such force that it could almost crush his neck bone instantly.

"Now, can you call your boss out?"

The lobby manager struggled with his hands indiscriminately, rolled his eyes, and opened his mouth wide, unable to utter a word.

"Let go of him, don't kill anyone, be careful to startle the snake," another man wearing sunglasses said, obviously the leader of the two.

The gloved man obediently let go of his five fingers, shook his neck, and only heard the cracking sound of dislocation of bones, just like the gangster thugs on TV.

The lobby manager finally knows what a real underworld is. . .Trembling, he called his boss and explained the situation one by one.

"When did he come?" The glove man saw that he hung up the phone and asked again.

The lobby manager lowered his head, not daring to look at him directly, and said respectfully in a low voice: "Boss, the boss has gone abroad, and the security director of our hotel will be here soon, right away."

When the gloved man heard this, he raised his fist again, but was stopped by the man in sunglasses, "Stop." He turned to the lobby manager, and said, "Can he make decisions about the hotel?"

The lobby manager nodded again and again: "The Security Council has the full power to make decisions about our Clinton Hotel."

When the man in sunglasses heard this, he nodded, "It's fine if you can make the decision."

After a while, a burly man in a suit came to the VIP room. Behind him were four hotel security guards, holding batons in their hands, and all of them had fierce faces.

The glove man shook his neck again, and after a few clicks, he said with a smile: "Brother, it seems that these people are coming to fight with us, just in time, my fists have been itching for several days."

(End of this chapter)