"Those two bitches are really cheap. Without a little punishment, they wouldn't know how capable I am."
As he spoke, Boss Ding couldn't help but reveal a dirty smile on his face, his whole expression showing two words—pride.
Lin Yifan felt disgusted, unable to understand what there was to boast about in forcing pleasure on others.
Flying to the other end of the city, they finally stopped; after scouting around, they found a hotel.
So, they landed and went inside to check in.
At this time, the Pingcheng Police had not yet tracked Lin Yifan's identity, so he easily checked in.
But Boss Ding had a harder time as his identity had been temporarily revoked, which meant he was a wanted man.
The hotel receptionist not only refused to check him in but also called security to apprehend him.
If Lin Yifan didn't understand the Dongying language, they'd have been in big trouble again.
Lin Yifan took Boss Ding and flew away, heading to the rooftop of a skyscraper.
