The waiter from earlier immediately followed.
Liam Cloud rushed upstairs at the fastest speed, arriving at the door of VIP Room 808, and without hesitation, kicked it open.
The inside was in shambles, but everyone had already fled. The bloody smell inside the room kept stimulating Liam Cloud's nerves, and a horrifying thought sprouted in his mind, making his face even more terrifying.
The waiter following behind felt a chill, shivering uncontrollably.
Liam Cloud turned back and grabbed the waiter's wrist, "What did the men with her look like?"
The waiter, oppressed by the cold aura of Liam Cloud, kept trembling but tried hard to recall.
"It was... it was Master Ross, yes, it was Asher Ross..." Having worked here for a while, he was naturally familiar with big clients like Asher Ross who came here often.
"Asher Ross!" Liam Cloud gritted his teeth.
