Lou Xinyu was sleepless throughout the night.
It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep; he simply couldn't.
He was just too busy.
The Wolf God Tribe, the only ruler of the Northwest for hundreds of years, may not have been strong enough in front of Lou Xinyu, but their intelligence network in this area was terrifying.
The first group of hundreds of Wolf God Tribe members that found the hotel were dealt with by a wave of Lou Xinyu's hand, and to regain his peace of mind, Lou Xinyu switched hotels.
He thought everything was over.
Who would have thought those barbarians, rampant in poverty, would burst in for a massacre while he was showering?
Lou Xinyu was in a mix of shame and anger, lashing out furiously, turning the place into a river of blood.
He couldn't stay at the hotel.
Fine, I'm not someone who frets over such things, I'll find somewhere in the suburbs to pass the night.
Lou Xinyu went to the suburbs, but hadn't found a place to stay yet.
