It was as if he had just experienced a fierce fight.

His face was filled with fatigue and anxiety, making him look particularly haggard, which was inconsistent with his youthful appearance.

This kind of dress is very common in Isle.

It's the attire of a ghetto thug who operates in the gray area.

The receptionist could only secretly feel lucky that at least she didn't smell any gunpowder on the other person.

Her professionalism helped her regain her composure quickly, and she greeted Yu An with a smile.

"Sir, are you going to stay at the hotel?"

The barely perceptible tremor in her voice betrayed her.

Yu An had no experience paying attention to the inner drama of the front desk.

He walked straight to the front desk and placed his passport and a few green banknotes on the table.

"A single room."

His voice was low and murderous.

It also deepened the other party's first impression of him.

The receptionist calmed herself down and quickly checked Yu An in.

Then, she asked cautiously, "Sir, do you need any help?"

Yu An was about to refuse, but when he looked down and saw his clothes that were about to be scrapped, he frowned.

He changed his words abruptly when they were on the tip of his tongue.

"I need a clean windbreaker."

He added, tugging at his collar.

"The same kind I'm wearing."

The receptionist immediately understood what Yu An meant and her fingers tapped rapidly on the computer.

Get it done quickly.

Then he handed him a room card and a receipt with both hands.

"Okay, I'll bring it to you in 10 minutes."

Yu An took the room card and said concisely, "As soon as possible."

"!!no problem!"

Nodded in thanks.

Then he turned and left.