Yusuf Zuck's telekinetic ability was so vast that when he swept his mind over the entire hotel building, surprisingly, no one noticed.
It was truly after the activation of the Seventh Blood Bead that his telekinesis seemed to mutate in some way, becoming unfathomable!
Scott Escobar hadn't deceived Devin King; in that hotel, there indeed were only one hundred eighty-two internal martial artists residing on three floors. At this moment, in the presidential suite's conference room on the top floor, nine old men sat as if at a roundtable meeting, arranged in a circle around the table, with a few attendants serving tea and water on the periphery.
After going upstairs, Scott Escobar was immediately brought into the suite's conference room.
"Sit down and talk, what's the situation?" The person seated in the center was an elder who seemed to be in his seventies or eighties, and this elder also had the highest cultivation level, being in the Little Fetal Breath Realm.