I traverse America, using holy light to quell American terror!

Just as Renault placed his hand on the doorknob,

The black mist that rushed towards them also struck Renault's body right behind them!

However, the scenario Taleb envisioned did not unfold.

Because at that very instant, a strange white light suddenly flashed behind Renault!

It instantly swallowed the black mist released by Talib!

This sudden turn of events left Talib stunned, frozen in place.

He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

Meanwhile, Renault remained completely unaware.

He turned around and looked at Talib, who was standing there dumbfounded, with some surprise.

He urged:

"Come on, bro! What are you all standing there for?"

Looking at Renault's expression, which remained unchanged,

A sense of unease crept into Talib's heart.

He looked at Renault and asked hesitantly:

"Who exactly are you?"

Did you capture Balthazar?

Renault seemed to automatically filter out certain words and completely failed to understand Talib's question.

He frowned and asked curiously:

"What are you talking about? Are you still going to stay here?"

As he spoke, Renault seemed somewhat angry, and he frowned as he said:

"If you don't want to stay here, don't joke with me."

My time is very precious!

After saying this, Renault and Talib...

They looked at each other through the door.

Talib looked wary and dared not move rashly.

Fearing the other party might be a cunning and ruthless mastermind, they might wipe him out with a wave of their hand.

Renault, however, stared intently at Talib.

They thought he was just a penniless homeless man who planned to stay there and never leave!

Just as the two were at an impasse,

A soft voice suddenly rang out from the stairwell in the corridor:

"Mr. Renault, are you alright? Why are you standing here motionless?"

Renault was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and quickly turned his head to look to the side.

The person speaking was Jessie, who rented a room at the end of the corridor.

Upon seeing that it was Jessie, Renault immediately put on a smiling face.

He looked at Jessie with a smile and asked softly:

"It's nothing, Jessie, don't worry."

I was just showing the rooms to the guests.

As he spoke, Renault took a step toward the door, clearing the way for the corridor.

Then, smiling, he inquired:

"By the way, how's the job search going?"

Upon hearing this, Jessie smiled somewhat awkwardly.

As he squeezed past Renault, he glanced at the guest room with its door open.

He responded in a low voice:

"I've hired a photographer to take some photos and post them online to see if any companies will like them."

The lighting in the guest room was poor; Jessie could only see...

It was the figure of a tall man.

For no apparent reason, Jessie suddenly felt like she was being watched.

This sent a chill down her spine.

Renault didn't notice Jesse's reaction; after hearing his reply,

He smiled and nodded, praising:

"That's a good idea! You young people always have so many ideas."

Then Reynolds paused, looked at Jesse, and continued to encourage him:

"Believe me, girl, you will succeed!"

Jessie quickened her pace and gave Renault a forced smile and a nod.

He opened his room door and quickly went inside.

After the door closed, Jessie breathed a sigh of relief and leaned gently against it.

"What exactly is going on with that man?"

At this moment, Talib, who had been standing in the guest room, had just seen Jesse.

The unchanging expression on his face finally showed a slight change.

Talib stared wide-eyed in the direction Jesse had gone.

He sighed softly:

"There are such pure souls in this world!"

This is incredibly rare! She's a true gem!

Renault, standing at the door, didn't hear what Talib was babbling about.

Instead, he urged impatiently:

"Kid! I don't have time to waste on this."

Get out here right now! Or I'll call the police!

A guy like you'll probably be rushed off to make cream puffs!

Upon hearing this, Talib quickly averted his gaze.

However, upon hearing that the other party wanted to call the police, a look of doubt appeared on his face:

"Is he a hidden mastermind? Or am I mistaken?"

Having figured this out, Talib, still unsure of what was going on, decided to stop arguing with him.

Instead, he became interested in the girl who had just walked by.

Thinking of this, Talib cleared his throat and casually shrugged.

Then, in a gentle tone, he said to Renault:

"This room is really nice, I like it very much, I'll take this one."

Renault, who had initially looked gloomy, changed his expression after hearing those words.

He immediately put on a happy smile.

He strode to the door and whispered to Talib:

"Really? I'm glad you like it!"

Then, Renault seemed to think that Taleb's image was too much like that of a vagrant.

It seemed a bit unwise, so he spoke up to offer a reminder:

"Talib, I need to pay for the room in advance."

It's $50 per night, but I can charge $45 if you pay in cash.

In addition, you'll need to pay a $100 deposit.

Hearing Renault rambling on and on about a lot of nonsense in front of him,

Talib couldn't help but feel a little irritated and wanted to make another move.

But when he thought of that mysterious white light, Talib suppressed his emotions.

He was very honest and started searching for change in his pockets.

"I remember having some money."

As Talib carefully rummaged through his pockets, he said somewhat awkwardly to Renault:

"Sir, please wait a moment, I have money."

"No rush, Talib, I'm really not in a rush."

Renault watched Talib flip through the money, rubbing his hands together somewhat awkwardly.

However, his eyes involuntarily drifted to the few loose bills in Talib's hand.

After Talib produced about 50 dollars, he could produce no more money.

Renault then kindly said:

"Okay, I won't take the deposit. You can stay for 40 dollars a night."

As he spoke, Renault earnestly reminded him:

"Be careful not to break anything."

Talib was taken aback upon hearing this, and quickly handed over the loose change in his hand.

He shoved them all into Renault's hands at once.

He also expressed his deep gratitude:

"Sir, thank you very much for your generosity. Please take all of these."

However, Renault, being a man of principle, refused outright.

He simply counted out exactly 40 dollars, then stuffed the remaining change back into Talib's hand.

Renault kindly reminded him:

"Take it, Talib."

I'll go out tomorrow to try and find a job, otherwise I'll go hungry.

Keep in mind, this is Los Angeles.

Talib, who came from hell, had no idea what this meant.

He just scratched his face, somewhat embarrassed.

I reluctantly accepted the change.

"Thank you, Mr. Reno."

Renault was delighted by the praise. He raised an eyebrow at Talib and said with a smile:

"I've been running this hotel for so many years, and I've seen far too many young people like you."

Then, Renault reached out and patted Talib's arm hard:

Keep up the good work!

After saying that, Renault left the guest room with his head held high and chest out.