"I did receive a call, and they called me Miss Song. According to what you're saying, that room shouldn't be mine."

A newcomer standing nearby hesitantly stepped forward and spoke up.

"Oh, where was your seat on the minibus?"

Seeing someone step forward, Qiao Peimu immediately inquired.

The newcomer immediately responded.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Peimu quickly attempted to deduce his room number based on the person's seat location.

However, at the moment, the scene was bustling with noise as everyone was gathered in this spot.

Back on the bus, where exactly his seat was, couldn't be easily determined in such a short time.

And at this time, the receptionist not far away, their smile gradually turned cold.

"Time is almost up, gentlemen and ladies. If you don't hurry inside, you won't be able to enter the restaurant!"

Hearing this, everyone present was taken aback. They had just arrived here and didn't know what would happen if they couldn't enter the restaurant. They could only hastily make exchanges.

Some people didn't even know whether they should exchange at this moment.

Only those sitting in the middle, feeling their number was likely fine, only needed to swap with the adjacent numbers if necessary.

Zhou Yingting, seeing the chaotic scene, immediately took his room card and walked towards the receptionist.

His number 44... he wasn't sure if it held any particular meaning, but so far, he seemed lucky enough not to worry about carrying the wrong number.

When Zhou Yingting registered with his room card, a group of people followed his lead and registered one after another.

Then, according to the table numbers given by the receptionist, the group entered the restaurant and found their assigned seats.

Fortunately, they were all assigned to the same table. If they were seated at someone else's table, who knew what might happen.

However, Zhou Yingting was not included among those seated together.

His seat was among other hotel guests.

Seeing this scene, many couldn't help but feel nervous on Zhou Yingting's behalf.

Although unsure of the other hotel guests' nature, being placed at their table would certainly be uncomfortable, right?

With these thoughts, they couldn't help but worry for Zhou Yingting.

At this moment, Zhou Yingting looked at the table before him, then at the other guests, and his heart sank slightly.

There were five people at this table, making it six including Zhou Yingting.

Among these six, there were two men and four women.

The man on Zhou Yingting's right had a face full of flesh and was very burly.

Though he didn't appear particularly tall, his bulk made him seem like a two-meter giant, his build was incredibly robust.

Sitting there, he resembled a small mountain, taking up the space of three to four people.

As Zhou Yingting was about to sit down, the man moved his chair, squeezing Zhou Yingting's space to almost nothing.

"Kid, the seats here are too cramped. Why don't you find another spot elsewhere?"

The burly man looked at Zhou Yingting and sneered.

Zhou Yingting had considered whether there might be any danger in tonight's restaurant. Seeing the guy's attempt to exclude him from sitting, his expression immediately hardened.

He glanced down at the almost nonexistent space, then turned to look at the burly man.

"My seat is right here. You better make some room for me."

The man grinned, staring greedily at Zhou Yingting, "I can make some room, but you'll have to give me something in return."

"Give you something?"

Zhou Yingting frowned, "What do you want?"

If he could give something to resolve this dispute, it wouldn't be out of the question.

Of course, the prerequisite was that Zhou Yingting could provide what the man wanted.

"You smell nice. How about this, you cut off a pound of your flesh, and I'll let you have the spot."

The man eyed Zhou Yingting greedily, his face full of desire. As he said this, his expression grew even more covetous.

When Zhou Yingting first entered, the man had already caught a whiff of his scent, which was irresistibly alluring!

Hearing this, Zhou Yingting frowned. This guy was targeting him, wanting to eat his flesh? Why?

Could it be because of the Innate Immortal Bone?

Realizing how the man was eyeing him, Zhou Yingting quickly understood.

To stare at him like this, wanting to eat his flesh, was possibly due to the Innate Immortal Bone.

"In your dreams!"

Zhou Yingting took a deep breath. The idea of cutting his flesh was out of the question; he would not do such a thing.

Besides, if he easily compromised with this guy, what if others came wanting to eat his flesh too?

He couldn't just deny everyone like that.

Hearing Zhou Yingting's words, the man sneered, likely guessing Zhou Yingting wouldn't agree, and said, "If you disagree, there is another option."

"And what's the other option?"

Zhou Yingting asked with a deep voice. He anticipated the other condition would be challenging but was willing to listen first.

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