My Wasted Husband Is in Power, Now!

Chapter 1401 He's a Cultivator!

It had been a long time since Jordan had encountered so many people doubting him. He felt that the familiar feeling on Earth had returned.

Jordan faced the crowd and said, "As a cultivator, I didn't want to expose my identity in a place like Lost Paradise. However, this manager is too much. I have to prove myself today. Please witness it together!"

As he spoke, Jordan opened the window and jumped down!

"He jumped! He really jumped!"

"Heavens, this is the 200th floor. If he falls, he will definitely die unless the White Spirit Bird catches him!"

Other than Sam, everyone thought that Jordan's jump would cost him his life.

However, in the next second, no one expected Jordan to fly in the air with the White Spirit Bird!

"Oh my god! This person... he can fly! He's a cultivator! He's really a cultivator!"

"That's right. Only cultivators can fly in the air without relying on external objects. Hmph, even if he's a cultivator, he's also a fallen cultivator. To think that he's actually like us, seeking pleasure in the Lost Paradise Hotel. If I were him, I would definitely focus on cultivating and not come to such a place!"

"Perhaps his cultivation has already reached a bottleneck. No matter what, it's really exciting to be able to meet a cultivator in the Lost Paradise. I really want to

be like him and be able to soar freely in the sky without relying on external forces. What kind of experience is that? I don't think we'll be able to experience it in our lives..."

The guests on the 2OOth floor looked at Jordan enviously.

Manager Lincoln was dumbfounded. "How... How is this possible?’"

At that moment, Manager Lincoln began to wonder if Jordan was a cultivator. However, if Jordan really was a cultivator, it was impossible for him to ask him for his ID.

Jordan flew around outside before returning to his room.

Everyone bowed to Jordan and became very polite. "Mr. Cultivator!"

Jordan nodded at them. "Yes, I would like for everyone to not tell others about this matter. I'm a cultivator after all. It won't be good for my reputation if word gets out."

On the surface, everyone nodded in agreement, but in their hearts, they were thinking, "You flew around outside just now and everyone in the hotel saw it. It doesn't seem like you want to keep a low profile."

Subsequently, Jordan walked toward Manager Lincoln and said, "Manager Lincoln, it's time for you to transfer the money. You should know my personal ID, right?"

Manager Lincoln gritted his teeth. Of course, he knew Jordan's personal ID because he was the one who came up with it!

Manager Lincoln said, "Impossible! You're definitely not a cultivator! You must have borrowed some kind of

technology. If you're a cultivator, show us your most powerful move!"

Jordan was in a dilemma. He could only fly and did not know any cultivator's moves.

"Hmph, do you think an ordinary person like you is worthy of seeing my most powerful move? If you think I'm using technological methods, you can search my body and see if I've used any other external items."

The other guests also stood on Jordan's side.

"That's right. As a manager, why are you going back on your word? He already showed that he can fly in the air. Doesn't that prove that he's a cultivator? You'll only believe it if he kills you, right?"

"That's right. Once the cultivator makes a move, I'm afraid you'll even lose your life. Hurry up and apologize to him and resign as compensation."

"As a manager, you've wasted our time and almost caused us to offend a scholar-level cultivator. Hurry up and apologize to him. Otherwise, we'll complain about you. Even if you don't resign, you won't be able to stay in this job!"

"That's right. We'll complain to the hotel!"

Jordan had won the trust of all the guests on the 2OOth floor with his elegant flying skills.

At this time, Manager Lincoln could no longer go back on his word. If he resigned voluntarily, he could still preserve his face and this month's salary. If he was fired by a customer, according to the rules, not only would he not get this month's salary, but he would also have to pay a fine three times the amount. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Other than that, he could not work in other hotels.

Helpless, Manager Lincoln lowered his head at Jordan. "I'm sorry. I've wronged you."

Jordan said, "Since you admitted your mistake in time, I won't take your life. Transfer 200,000 yuan to my purple gold card. Then, resign and leave this place!"

Manager Lincoln gritted his teeth. "Yes..."

Having no other choice, Lincoln transferred all the 200,000 purple coins he had to Jordan.

Jordan checked his Purple Gold Card with his fingerprint. Indeed, his balance had turned into 280,000 purple gold coins.

"That's great! I have 280,000 yuan now! I'm not the only one with enough tuition fees. I can even help Salvatore and Dragon pay their tuition fees. They probably haven't earned as much as me. If only I could find them."

Jordan was delighted.

Subsequently, everyone left Jordan and Sam's room one after another. Meanwhile, Jordan and Sam continued drinking and chatting.

However, Lincoln, who was forced to write a resignation letter and leave the Lost Paradise Hotel, was very unconvinced.

"Damn it, this damned Martian man is definitely not a cultivator! He must have used some despicable method, or perhaps Martians can fly! But this doesn't mean that he's a cultivator! I can't tolerate this outcome. I want to expose his true colors. I want to invite a real cultivator over and beat him to death!"

A projection appeared in front of Lincoln's eyes. Lincoln found someone in his address book inside and selected the video call.