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Chapter 142: "Xíngshì"
Author: Nathan Emorey
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“What are you doing here? Beat it, vendor,” the security guard said, rudely.

Miles turned around to look at him. Despite being barely 18, Miles was as tall as him. But the man appeared more imposing and muscular. That was his job.

“I am here to find a room. Do you have a problem with that?” asked Miles.

The guard looked at him from head to toe. “You… you are a model, aren’t you?” he asked, scanning Miles’ body like he was some new tech on the market. “You are from the island, yeah?”

Miles was tired of being asked that question and having no clue what these people meant. “Fuck no! I don’t know what those people are, and just as I said, I am here to find a room.”

The guard suddenly laughed out loud. “If you are not a Model, how then do you intend on paying for any room here? You look like a kid who just dropped out of college and is into skin care. Get out before I force you out myself,” said the security guard.

Miles despised how rude the guy was. He despised rude people. Even
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