“Is this room yours?”

Hanmo grinned and laughed arrogantly: "Boy, what are you?"

"You said it was yours, it was yours?"

"I?"

Lin Bei smiled disdainfully:

"You don't deserve to know my name."

"Huo, what a big tone!"

Hanmo widened his eyes and smiled fiercely, "Boy, do you know who I am?"

Lin Bei smiled coldly.

Of course he knew who Justin Hammer was.

In fact.

As soon as he appeared, Lin Bei recognized it.

The villain of Iron Man II.

In addition to Stark Industry.

Justin Hammer, the largest arms dealer in the United States.

For ordinary people.

Maybe he is indeed an unattainable big shot.

But for Lin Bei...

An ant that can be crushed to death with just a little finger.

so……

Lin Bei ignored him directly.

Turning his head and looking at Wendy, who was stunned.

"I want this last presidential suite."

Ignored by Lin Bei.

Han was trembling all over.

He has never suffered such humiliation in his life.

Someone actually dared to steal his room?

"Rob?"

Lin Bei smiled coldly.

Although he regards Han Si as a ants.

But so far.

He did not bully the weak and snatch other people's things.

This room.

It was his!

Wendy hesitated for a moment, and gritted her teeth and said, "This room was indeed reserved by Mr. Lin first."

Come first and then arrive.

This is Lin Bei’s rule!

"Okay, OK, OK!"

Hanmo nodded repeatedly.

A pig's face suddenly turned red and flushed.

"You kid want to play heroes to save beauty, right?"

Hanmo sneered with a dark face, hugged his arms, "I want to see, how did you take out this money!"

Hanmo is not a fool.

If Lin Bei really wants to open a presidential suite.

I'm afraid I've been in there long ago.

Where would he wait here for him to come in?

not to mention……

Hanmo could tell at a glance.

Lin Bei is not wearing any famous brand.

On hand.

There is not even a watch!

Open a presidential suite?

Eighty thousand dollars a day!

Can he start?

Hanmo sneered.

Waiting to see Lin Bei's joke.

Wendy was also a little embarrassed and lowered her body.

Filled with Lin Bei's ear.

He whispered:

"Mr. Lin, I know you want to help me."

"But without identity proof, I still can't book a room for you. This is the program set by the system."

A wet heat came from my ears.

Lin Bei couldn't help but frowned slightly.

He didn't plan to play any heroic trick to save beauty.

This room is his.

That's all!

As for proof of identity.

Lin Bei suddenly remembered.

Stark gave him a black card not long ago.

It is said that seeing a card is like seeing someone.

I don't know if it can be used.

Thinking.

Lin Bei took out Stark's black card from his pocket.

"I have a Stark black card here. Can you see if it can be used?"

"What, Stark's black card?"

Wendy was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Which Stark are you talking about?"

"What? Are there a lot of Starks here?"

Lin Bei was also confused.

“That’s not.”

Wendy smiled bitterly and took the black card from Lin Bei.

She just struggled to believe it.

A boy like Lin Bei.

There is actually a black card from the top rich man.

"Hahaha!"

Hanmo, who was standing beside him, covered his stomach and laughed loudly.

"It's so funny!"

"Do you have Stark's black card?"

"Why don't you say you are the Son of God?"
To be continued...