"They left? Who the fuck are you trying to fool! If they're not staying here, where the hell are they staying!"
"How the hell would I know, anyway they already checked out!"
Hearing that they'd already left, Smiling Tiger was so pissed he was grinding his teeth.
"Did they check out or not!"
"I gotta look that up for you!"
"Look your grandpa's dick, you don't even know where your guests are staying, useless piece of shit, hurry up and check!"
As soon as he saw that sissy look on the cashier's face, Smiling Tiger really wanted to grab him by the collar and beat the crap out of him. Just then, the cashier hurriedly clutching his stomach shuffled back behind the front desk.
Once he turned on the computer, his first instinct was to figure out how to call the cops. Because he knew better than to trust a bunch of thugs like this—who knew what would happen next. To play it safe, he had to find a way to report this.
