Chapter 886: Kidnapping the Lord of Europe

In the evening.

Dressed in a casual jacket, Chekhov walked into London's iconic stark hotel with a foppish look on his face. After he went in, he went to the front desk and said,""Get me a room with a view on the highest floor."

"I'm sorry, Sir. The viewing room is temporarily closed for maintenance tonight. You can choose a relatively middle-tier seat where you can enjoy the night view of London " The front desk staff smiled.

Chekhov took out a few pounds and put them on the table.""I have a date tonight, how can I not be a wet blanket?"

"I really can 't," the waiter replied.

"If the highest floor doesn't work," Chekhov said,"then I'll go to the second floor from the back."

"The 33rd to 43rd floors will be under maintenance tonight," the waiter replied."I'm sorry, but you can only stay on the 32nd floor at most."

"Then forget it," Chekhov said, a little upset."I'll rent your airport."