Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

He spoke harshly, but he stepped on the bottom line firmly and did not touch the vine man at all.

After seeing the vine man staggering with satisfaction, the player left with a threat, "If you don't want to die, come to room 2703 tonight."

Xu Kangnian shook his head in disdain. This was the most stupid thing to do. This guy was really brainless. This kind of blatant threat was just relying on the fact that new players didn't understand the rules. Otherwise, if he reported him, he would be sure to die. He wouldn't die, but the hotel would definitely take the opportunity to discipline him and give him a good beating.

Time passed by and it was noon. Feng Lan changed her clothes and left the room.

In an instant, she felt several prying eyes.

Feng Lan pretended not to see it and went downstairs to eat as usual in the morning.

This time she went to the restaurant and met several groups of people on the way, including a waiter in yellow clothes disguised as a prop who touched her. Feng Lan instantly felt that one of her room cards was missing.

By the time she went downstairs and reached the restaurant, she had five room cards missing, only two were left, and there were also three cards missing from the space.

Feng Lan couldn't help but sigh that these players were all really good thieves.

Just this short scene of her going downstairs would have had several climaxes in a movie.

awesome.

Feng Lan sighed and sat down to eat, and there was one less photo.

Someone had set a trap at the location in advance.

Feng Lan: "..."

Wow, that’s fast. If the flyers were that fast, I’d be so happy.

Chapter 151 [Game Factory] King's Hotel 8

"Give me the space."

Feng Lan ordered a bowl of beef brisket pasta, but before she could eat, an arrogant player sat down in front of her, crossed his legs, and slammed the table with a very proud look on his face.

Well, it must be one of the players who stole the room card.

Feng Lan, as a newcomer who didn't know that his room card had been stolen, naturally wouldn't let him off the hook. He simply waved his hand and signaled a waiter in yellow to come over.

"He disturbed my meal. I don't want to see him."

The yellow-robed waiter who was summoned over: "..."

"Why, as a hotel guest, I don't even have the right to eat alone?"

"Sir, please leave."

Feng Lan didn't do anything from beginning to end, he just ordered some noodles. The yellow-robed waiter saw clearly that it was another player who started the trouble first. When faced with a conflict between two guests, he, as a hotel waiter, needed to maintain order, so he would naturally ask one player to leave. Under normal circumstances, Feng Lan was not at fault, so he should naturally ask the other player to leave.

"Guest, please show me your room card."

The yellow-robed waiter spoke softly, but his smiling face was fixed on Feng Lan.

As it opened, many eyes in the restaurant lingered more clearly on Feng Lan. Even the most dull-witted player could feel the malice coming from all directions.

Feng Lan, however, seemed not to notice. Her eyebrows raised, and she stared at the yellow-robed waiter with an unhappy expression. "It's fine that you have to swipe your card to enter the elevator, but why do you need a room card to kick someone out? When there were so many people in the restaurant offering their help, why didn't you ask for a room card? Are you targeting me?"

Without waiting for the yellow-robed waiter to speak, Feng Lan continued to question like a machine gun, "Is this the attitude of the King's Hotel? Is this your own opinion, or the hotel's? Do you think I'm unworthy of being a guest of the hotel, and that God was being discerning by choosing me to enter the selection?"

The big hats were put down one after another, and none of them were questions that a waiter could answer. This made the yellow-clothed waiter freeze. He could only wait for instructions from above, or take over his body to answer Feng Lan's sharp questions. After all, questioning God's vision was no less than asking for his death.

The yellow-robed waiter waited for a long time but received no instructions from the hotel, and he was almost broken standing there.