“Relax, Cillian, I'm just ordered some room service.”
Henley walked over and opened the room door.
Sure enough, standing at the door was a hotel staff pushing a food cart.
“Excuse me, did you order the deluxe meal?”
“Yes, that's what we ordered. Bring it in.”
Henley gestured to the waiter pushing the dining cart, inviting him in as he spoke.
After entering the room, the waiter first paused and took a look around before slowly placing each item from the food cart onto the table.
“Are you done looking around?” Henley asked the waiter with a smile.
The waiter quickly lowered his head in apology and said, “I'm sorry, sir. I was just checking to see if you needed any further assistance.”
“We don't need any other services. Having something to eat will be enough.”
“All right. The total comes to three thousand and seven hundred. Would you like to pay with cash or card?”
Henley said to the waiter, “We don't have any money, but in exchange, we can stay in this hotel and not go anywhere else. Could you discuss this with your manager and see if it's okay?”
Upon hearing Henley's words, the waiter panicked a little.
“I don't know what you're talking about, sir...”
Henley took out a token and tossed it directly onto the cart.
“I'm not one for theatrics, so I'll just say it straight. Today is our last day in your Pollerton. If you can't find the strongest person to meet us, then we'll carve our way out, killing whoever we encounter. Do you understand?”
Seeing that Henley had laid all his cards on the table, the waiter dropped his act as well.
He said to Henley in a deep voice, “You'd better not be too arrogant. Although you are all very powerful, our Pollerton Army is not to be trifled with. If you want to start a massacre, we will stop you, even if it costs us our lives.”
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