Chapitre 154: Do You Still Have Any Other Complaints?

Ronan followed Lucien into the old wooden building reluctantly. The interior was as bad as the exterior. There was an odd smell that permeated the room. Ronan wrinkled his nose in unconcealed disgust when he saw suspicious black stains at the corners of the room.

Lucien approached what seemed to be a receptionist counter. He rang the call bell and waited. Not long afterward, a young man emerged from the back.

"Hello!" He happily greeted Lucien. "Mr. Clearwater and Mr. Silverback, correct? We have been expecting you."

"Yes," Lucien answered curtly.

"Please follow me," the young man slipped out from behind the counter.

Ronan groaned in his heart.

The building only had two stories. Apparently, they were going to stay in one of the pathetic rooms in the second story.

But the young man did not go up the stairs. Instead, he grabbed his wool jacket and then slipped out of the entrance door.

Ronan gaped at the open door.