Noida Hotel, well, generally speaking, in a place like New Delhi, it's just average—it's not particularly famous, nor is it among the top-ranked hotels, but at least it's luxurious and comfortable.
It's just an ordinary luxury hotel.
Of course, under this ordinariness, the term "Cathay-funded hotel" is even more unremarkable.
But that's not the point. The point is, after the apocalypse, a hotel...
Making money is strange!
So, when Wen Yu stepped into Noida Hotel, all he saw was the empty lobby and the receptionist with a look of hopelessness.
...
"Hello, sir, do you need any assistance?"
In the Indian aesthetic, the tall Indian-looking receptionist should be considered a beauty. She respectfully said to Wen Yu, with a grace that was indescribable, suggesting she might be doing something extra on the side.
"I'm looking for Wang Chenglin."
Wang Chenglin, Cathay Special Agent, was the name given by the military along with the rendezvous address.
"Please wait a moment."
