“...”

“Ohhh, Rockefeller, I’m really going to kill you!”

***

By the time Alex came out of the hotel, it was already three in the morning. He was exhausted, and all his clothes were wet.

Several of the hotel receptionists gave him weird looks, with lots of sympathy in their eyes. Most of them thought that he was the kind specializing in servicing women.

After he left, the few of them started up a discussion.

“Guess how many he had served today?”

“I’m guessing at least four.”

“Impossible. Look at his body. How can he take four? He can probably take two at most!”

“How despicable! Of all the things to do, he had to choose this line.”

Naturally, these words could not escape Alex’s ears, but he wasn’t the slightest bit bothered when faced with such remarks from the ordinary person. He was exhausted right now, but he had also learned that the bloodline of the Exorcist Dragons was powerful. If it weren’t because of the significant improvement in his own cultivation, there really wo