novelraw Chapter 904 921: Thoroughbred Beauty
Chapter 904 921: Thoroughbred Beauty
"Holy crap, the legendary 'Seven Times a Night Guy'!" Lin Mu reached out and punched him lightly. This guy was way too narcissistic, almost a complete weirdo. Although Lin Mu was also a bit full of himself, he wasn't as twisted as Gray Wolf. "Get lost, you're such an eyesore. Just looking at you makes me wanna beat you up!"Gray Wolf grinned, "Boss, you're just blatantly jealous!"
Then he threw an arm around Lin Mu's shoulder and said slyly, "So, boss, is that chick really here?"
"Of course, she definitely is. When have I ever lied to you? If you don't believe me, I'll just go enjoy myself first!" Lin Mu patted Gray Wolf on the shoulder and said.
"No, boss, I believe you, I really do!" Gray Wolf chuckled mischievously again.
"By the way, let me warn you first, that foreign chick is pretty good at fighting. Don't mess it up, or she might end up turning the tables on you!" Lin Mu reminded him.
Gray Wolf slicked back his shiny hairstyle, speaking confidently, "Boss, don't worry about that. No matter how badass the chick is, I can make her sing for mercy!"
"Bull, you're just full of it. That's pretty much like me, but it'll depend on your luck. Go on!" Lin Mu patted Gray Wolf on the shoulder, then put a hat on his head and pulled it down, afraid the Tsar's people might recognize him.
"Hey, do you need this?" Lin Mu pointed to the hat.
"Nah, it'll mess with my hair!" Gray Wolf touched his solid hairstyle and walked into the hotel.
Gray Wolf stepped in first, with Lin Mu following at a slower pace. Once Gray Wolf got inside the hotel, he didn't hesitate, heading straight into the elevator to the top-floor presidential suite and calmly rang the doorbell.
Ding dong, ding dong. With his hands in his suit pants pockets, Gray Wolf stood at the door, with Sharapova's two bodyguards eyeing him.
"Haha, looks like the boss was right. She's really staying here!" Gray Wolf saw the two bodyguards at the door and grinned, confirming that Sharapova was indeed inside.
The two bodyguards glanced at Gray Wolf and walked over to him. The top floor only had one presidential suite with a special door, and nobody but the staff would come up here.
"Who are you looking for?" The two bodyguards blocked Gray Wolf's way and asked.
Gray Wolf looked at the two bodyguards and smiled wide, "Hey!"
The two bodyguards frowned and immediately stared at him with a wary look, "You better get lost. We don't welcome punks like you here. Or else, we won't be nice!"
"Damn, I really don't want to be nice to you guys!" Gray Wolf grinned, then quickly sidestepped, a shadow darted between them. Bam, the bodyguards were momentarily stunned, and Gray Wolf swiftly swung, his hand turning into a Palm Blade, chopped at their necks. The two bodyguards had no reaction, rolled their eyes, and fainted.
"Trying to act tough in front of Daoist Master, are you crazy!" Gray Wolf clapped his hands, kicked the fainted bodyguards aside, and slipped inside, then cautiously approached the room door, gently pressing his ear against it to listen for any movement inside.
It seemed completely silent inside the room, Gray Wolf tried the door and found it surprisingly unlocked.
"Heh, I heard Russian chicks have a habit of sleeping in the nude!" Gray Wolf couldn't help but rejoice, thinking he was damn lucky. Looks like he'll win the lottery or something!
Gray Wolf excitedly stretched out his hand, unable to wait any longer, pushed the door open, and went inside.
Gray Wolf was good at comforting himself, like all lecherous men. Once inside, it was quiet around him. Gray Wolf frowned and walked further in!
"Where is she?" Gray Wolf walked into the bedroom, only to find a few pieces of pink lingerie on the bed, but no sight of the big Russian beauty.
"Whew..." Accompanied by a shadowy figure, a fierce punch flew his way!
Gray Wolf quickly sidestepped, a figure swept past in front of him. Gray Wolf took the chance to retreat, his body bouncing away.
"Damn, scared the hell out of Daoist Master!" Gray Wolf panted, holding a piece of pink underwear.
"Who are you?" Sharapova looked at Gray Wolf and asked coldly, her voice laced with a fiery undertone.
Gray Wolf, still shocked and unable to take a good look at the stranger, turned eagerly upon hearing the voice and saw Sharapova. This chick was wearing loose sleepwear, exuding mature femininity!
Looking at the intoxicated gaze of the creepy Gray Wolf, Sharapova wanted nothing more than to slap him hard, but her dignified demeanor held her back. She only said coldly, "Please leave right now, or I'll call the police."
"Call the cops, sure, but oh, my dear, are you really going to call the cops? Can you bear to lose your dream lover?"
"Bastard! If that's how you want it, don't blame me for being rude." Sharapova clenched her fists, looking at Gray Wolf, but she was also frustrated. Is this creepy guy a nutcase? Or a prowler?
But the fact that he could easily handle the two big bodyguards at the door made Sharapova cautious. Although he looked sleazy and twisted, he managed to dodge that surprise attack just now, suggesting he's no ordinary person. Given his abilities, he's clearly a skilled expert, one whose strength cannot be underestimated!