T6 waved his arm and returned to the hotel very graciously.
While he left, he saw the African waiter lift his feet and stepped on the steak that hadn’t been picked up by the kid, his shoe tip grinded on the steak until it was wrapped in grovel before he was done.
He’d rather destroy it than be willing to leave it to the kid who might come back and pick up the steak.
He clenched his hands gently, T6 toured the hotel like he was on an after-meal walk, he had seen quite a number of figures darting around, during his walk, he even encountered the hotel’s manager, a very tall and big African man, who spoke in very fluent English, as well as leading T6’s tour inside the hotel.
By the time he returned, Z7 was already digging into his steak, while T6’s face turned grim after he entered the room.
“Something’s wrong with the hotel.” He walked in and said fiercely: “Every one of the staff we meet here, from the receptionists to the restaurant manager, every one of them could speak fluent English. However, Somalia is a country that mainly speaks Somali and Arabic.”
“In a place riddled with conflict, yet only the outer walls of their hotel were damaged, yet nothing inside seemed damaged, which poses a bigger problem. After taking a walk around, it seemed like nobody was living in the hotel; neither did these people seem to like the type to profit from war.”
“After shaking hands with the waiters and hotel manager outside, I found out they had thick calluses on their right purlicue and index fingers. Those hands do not belong to the average waiter or restaurant manager. Instead, those hands seemed to be more used to handling guns.
“When I bumped into the waiters at a few places, the gaze they held while talking with me wasn’t what an average waiter would have; instead, they seemed like people who had gone through long professional training. This hotel… who picked it?”
After talking for so long, his last sentence was the main point.
There’s nothing to be afraid of the people inside; if anything happens, they could just start fighting, but how did they pick this hotel out of everything?
G3 and Z7 seemed like they were still digesting the information he had just said; neither answered T6.
T6, who had just started the topic, couldn’t shut his mouth for the moment; seeing how his comrades seemed to not have a reaction, he was even more confused.
“You guys… already knew there was something wrong?”
After he asked that, Z7 had finally raised his eyes away from the computer; he exclaimed: “There’s indeed something problematic about this hotel, that’s why we’re staying here. Whatever their identity, and whatever their motives, as long as they keep themselves away from us, then we’ll keep our distance from each other, not disturbing each other.”
“You’ve eaten and must be tired from your walk, first go and rest. Q King will be back later, then us brothers will start getting busy.”
With that said, he walked over to the sofa in the living room, putting his laptop to the side; he closed his eyes and lied down.
T6′ tsked’ quietly; after a while, it seemed like he had made his peace and nodded his head, “You’re right, if we don’t stay in a good hotel, then safety would be a huge issue, whatever is up with them, truly doesn’t have anything to do with us, as long as they keep their distance.”
While he soliloquized, G3 glanced at him and shook his head as he walked to the entryway where the door was at; his feet rested on the opposite wall while he leaned his back against the wall and was in charge of keeping watch.
T6 pretended to cough and embarrassedly touched his nose; he just didn’t think about the main reasons for the moment.
Around four in the afternoon, V8 and K7 had returned, but Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian still had yet to return, now the five people in the room had slightly tensed expressions.
Didn’t come back, it was equal to losing contact.
But since the person who lost contact was Q King, if anything happened, he would definitely figure out a way to bring a message back here, but now they didn’t receive anything… Either they hadn’t managed to meet up with Lin Feng from the National Security Bureau, or something had cropped up on Lin Feng’s end, and the two of them went ahead to take care of it.
