Give up my room for the Japanese?
Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the staff member and said indifferently, "What if I refuse?"
"You bastard!"
Before the staff member could speak, the two young men behind him roared, pointing at Qin Heng with contempt, "Stupid Chinaman, do you know what you're doing?!"
BANG!
As soon as the two Japanese men finished shouting, Qin Heng sent them flying with a palm strike through the air. They crashed into a wall more than ten meters away, spat blood, and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
"Insignificant creatures, how dare you!" Qin Heng didn't even lift his eyelids. He glanced again at the staff member, who was already scared half to death, and said, "Now, do you still want me to give up the room?"
"You, you?!" The staff member was petrified, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Qin Heng, stuttering, "What kind of monster are you? What just happened?!"
