At the same time, in a five-star hotel in Tianjing City.
The Angel of Misfortune Vincent Iverson looked at the information on the monitor regarding Hong Dali, smiled, and touched his chin. "Oh, looks like this fellow is still living quite comfortably. This is instead quite interesting now, could it be that my curse didn't work?"
At this moment, the lady who was providing for him hugged his arm, smiled, and asked, "Dear, what is it, you like Hong Dali too?"
"Not like or dislike him." The Angel of Misfortune grinned and squeezed her breast, then said, "I am just a little curious about him, that's all. Oh right, why don't you tell me about him. What kind of person is this Hong Dali in your impression?"