In the early morning of the next day, Shen Qiang woke up holding the Beautiful Demon Fox Chu Qing. Meanwhile, outside Dinghao Hotel, a large number of cultivators had already gathered. They didn't enter the hotel or block it; they just stood quietly on the roadside outside the hotel. Leading the group of three, one of them was the valiant Qianshan Xue, while another was Captain Wu, who had been taught a lesson by Shen Qiang's Thermophilic Streptococcus.
The time quickly reached 8:30 AM.
"I'm a bit nervous," said another middle-aged man, around forty years old, as he gazed at the monstrous aura rising from the top of Dinghao Hotel. "These demons are not something our three combat teams can handle."
Hearing this, Captain Wu's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said angrily, "Shen Qiang is the epitome of despicable and sinister. If I were the big boss above, I would have ordered his immediate execution."
