At the entrance of the Mainland Hotel London, Zhao Mai pushed open the door for Diana, and then the two came in one after another. A scream rang out, followed by several screams. The shoes were bumping into the marble floor in a mess, and the teacup and chairs fell to the ground. The shrill cat moan made the scene more confusion and the uneasiness of everyone.

"Look, although you forcibly eliminate the chaos on the earth, the horror is buried in your heart, and there is still a danger of eruption. Moreover, the more you suppress, the greater the danger."

"I have gradually evacuated the zworm from the earth, leaving only non-combat transporters, craft worms and gardener dragons, and some legion mushrooms in the most barren areas. Diana, the first thing I understood was us who was better than being able to escape from blockage. I have already made plans for these." Zhao Mai responded with a smile.

The manager of the lobby was a tall and thin man in a tuxedo. After seeing Zhao Mai, he was obviously stunned. Then he turned over the counter in front of him and trotted to the door. The manager of a mainland hotel always serves people behind the counter and will never leave there except after get off work. He stretched out his hand to Zhao Mai from afar and said in an excited voice: "Hisser Lord, your arrival will make us shine!"

"Don't be so polite. The word "Pengshenghui" makes me feel like I'm going to pay more soon." Zhao Mai shook hands with him, and then said: "Diana Prince, fiancée. I mainly accompany her when she is coming."

"Of course, the beautiful and brave Miss Prince has always been an important customer of the mainland hotel. Do you still need the reception room of the Mercenary Bar this time?"

Diana smiled and nodded: "Yes, please trouble you."

The manager waved his hand quickly, "No trouble, no trouble, I'm happy to serve. Lord, our general manager will arrive soon. I really hope to meet you. I wonder if you can enjoy the glory?"

"Please go to the reception room. Diana said it is quieter and you can talk about things. I happen to have something to talk to your general manager." Zhao Mai glanced at the hotel lobby. In fact, after most people ran away, the place was already quite quiet.

"Okay, please go here." The lobby manager walked in front and led the two through the wide and deep corridor, turned a corner in front of the counter, and walked around the hall until a huge door decorated with gold relief.

"The door of the strong seems to be called this name, right?" Zhao Mai joked: "I have heard that few people open this door because those who can walk from here are the very few strongest people on the earth. Is there such a statement?"

"In fact, it is not accurate. This door is not a measure of combat ability, but a measure of influence. In history, many people have entered this door even without any power. In fact, this is just a channel with identity and influence recognition capabilities."

"Is this door connected to the will of the world?" Zhao Mai asked.

"That's right." The door opened, and there was already a person waiting behind the door. The man looked quite like Tom Hanks, and he looked like Captain Sally with the confidence of "I'm very professional". "His Majesty McDonald, Lord Lord. I am the CEO of the Mainland Hotel Europe, Africa and the Near East, and the general manager of the hotel, Donald Reagan, or you can call me Old T."

"Can you call me Lao Tang? I won't have to switch languages." Zhao Mai shook hands with him, clapped the backs of his hands, and let go after a while.

"Of course, I like the title of Lao Tang." Ceo has no accent at all in Chinese and is a very standard Mandarin. Zhao Mai uses Mandarin, which looks unique.

Old Tang patted the lobby manager on the shoulder, letting him return to his original job, and took over the leading work from the Gate of the Strong. "Many things in the mainland hotel are linked to the will of the world, because only in this way can we ensure that the auxiliary plane where the mainland hotel is located can be closely linked to the earth. Wherever the will of the world is, our hotel will be. This is both a welfare and a limitation. For example, we have always wanted to open a back door in the Sahara, but the will of the world there is relatively weak, so we can't do it anyway."

"So your hotel will only open doors to welcome guests in densely populated or more important cities?" Zhao Mai asked curiously: "In China, where are you opening?"

"We have no business there, at most we only have some cooperation. Since nearly two hundred years ago, our contact with them has gradually decreased, and it was completely cut off during the period of closing the country." Lao Tang led the two people through the soft and thick blanket and opened the door of the reception room with his own hands. "Lord, if you need to contact someone in China, it is better to send a telegram directly to us. There is not open now, and wars have been everywhere before, and waves of warlords have gone back and forth, and we don't know who to deal with."

"In China, I don't have anyone to contact, but you can definitely contact some people for me." Zhao Mai put his hand on Lao Tang's shoulder, and grabbed him with a little force with his fingers: "Lao Tang, I want to contact the transcendents. Do you think you can do it?"

Old Tang shook his head and smiled and said, "Lord, our mainland hotel is just using the name of the Alliance of Rings. It is not qualified to speak here. Forgive me, forgive me."

He looked left and right and slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, I haven't arranged specific matters for a long time, but I forgot about it. I have to ask them to send some snacks and boil water..."

Old Tang made a move and Zhao Mai hugged his shoulder and pulled him back: "Even if you are not qualified to speak, it doesn't mean you can't speak, right? I just want you to contact me and ask carefully: Do they still clean up all the things in front of you? If the earth collapses..."

"The earth must not collapse." The fourth person's voice sounded in the conference room. Zhao Mai let go of Lao Tang, who quickly bowed, wiped his sweat hard and ran out. On the way, he returned and closed the door.

"One is finally out." Zhao Mai said with a smile. He pulled open the chair, asked Diana to sit down first, and then sat next to Diana. The round conference table in the center of the room was not divided into primary and secondary, and there were more than a dozen empty seats beside the three chairs.

The person sitting opposite Zhao Mai and Diana was completely a hazy blood-red flame, and the outline of his facial features could barely be seen, but even men and women could not distinguish them. In terms of form, he was very similar to the fire element, but his energy level was far higher than that of the fire element. Zhao Mai stared at it for a while, but he didn't feel "dangerous" or "terrible", but he felt that his whole body was emitting an incomprehensible feeling.
Chapter completed!