WAR GOD'S REVENGE

Blame Yourself

Scott turned to look at the person who had just spoken so loudly. From his appearance, Scott guessed he was a hotel employee. And that was right. The man was the hotel's operations manager. He happened to be in the lobby and detected a suspicious crowd on the street in front of the hotel.

"Get out of here. If you don't, I'll call the police!" said Robin, the hotel's operations manager.

His steps were firm and confident, indicating his fairly high social status. The two hotel security guards behind him raised their hands holding guns, aiming them at the motorcyclists surrounding Scott.

"I have no business with you. You'd better go back to the hotel and take care of your work. This is my first and last warning," Jake said.

Jake's gaze at Robin was very cold. Scott could feel that what he had just said wasn't just a bluff.

"Motherfucker! Scum like you are ruining Ravenshire's image as a tourist city. We'll see if you can still act up in front of the police!" Robin said.

After saying that