C365 A Strange Hotel(1)

"Where's Ma Loong?!"

Kiu Qianjun's voice echoed like a madman's shout through the hushed corridors of the Poetry Hotel.

But the silence that greeted him spoke volumes, mirroring the stunned expressions etched on the faces of those present.

It wasn't until they had regrouped inside the hotel that the grim realization set in: aside from Hsiang Yang