As soon as these words were spoken, Huo Sining's face instantly became grim. She turned her head to look at the woman and sneered, "Do you recognize me?" The woman, thinking she had touched a sore spot, raised her eyebrows and looked at Huo Sining proudly: "Miss Huo, you're too polite. Nowadays, who in the gemstone gambling circle doesn't recognize the famous Mysterious Miss Huo? I heard you defeated the Jade Princess and Gambling King Liu; your skills are indeed admirable! However, regarding today's matter, Miss Huo, you didn't handle it well. No matter what, we came first, so how can Miss Huo cut the line? If this matter spreads to the domestic scene, aren't you afraid of being a laughingstock? Quite unfortunately, I'm a reporter from the Imperial Capital. I'd advise Miss Huo to clarify this matter!" "Are you threatening me?" Seeing the woman raise a reporter's card in her hand, Huo Sining squinted, and the faces of Gu Xu and the others darkened, their eyes filled with gloomy aggression. "I wouldn't dare, just hoping Miss Huo can explain this matter clearly. I imagine someone as famous as you would cherish her reputation and not want such a thing to tarnish it, right?" Is it really necessary to make such a fuss over checking into a room? Huo Sining felt the world becoming chaotic, thinking maybe the so-called moral standards were just prepared for people like them, easy prey? This woman clearly came looking for a fight, yet insists on using morality as a pretext. It's like being a whore and wanting a monument, truly hypocritical to the extreme! ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ n0velfire.net Angry enough to laugh, Huo Sining said, "I didn't know reporters from the Imperial Capital were such a quality group. What you said about first come first served, I understand. However, I'm a bit puzzled, does this journalist miss not know about telephone reservations and online bookings? Or have you never stayed in a hotel, unaware of permanent residency?" Journalist Miss, it's really unfortunate. I think as a journalist, you should keep up with the times and be in sync with technology. Lacking even this bit of common knowledge, stuck in the primitive society, poses a huge hindrance to your news work. The room I stayed in is a permanent fixture of this hotel. Even if I hadn't come, the room would have remained empty, definitely wouldn't have been available to you! If you feel this is wrong, you can complain to the Sedona Hotel headquarters!" The journalist was choked by Huo Sining's sarcastic words, especially when she received those mocking or contemptuous looks from tourists, her face turned red, her gaze toward Huo Sining growing more venomous. Watching helplessly as Huo Sining and the others entered the elevator, her fists clenched tightly, her knuckles turning pale. "Yuxuan, that woman is sharp-tongued and hard to deal with. I can only try to help you come up with a plan. But you know, I'm just a small resident reporter in our editing department, a lot of articles get rejected by the chief editor, making it hard to cause her any substantial damage. If you really want to deal with her, you'll have to approach it from other angles!" Huo Sining had just gone upstairs, and out of sight, the female reporter started calling someone. While making the call, she suddenly felt her arm itching unbearably, couldn't help using another hand to scratch, but the more she scratched, the itchier it got, and her arm inexplicably grew a layer of dense, scary, bright red spots. "Ah—" halfway through the call, Liu Yuxuan suddenly heard a scream through the phone, furrowing her brows with a flash of disgust, impatiently asking, "Wen Ping, what's wrong?" The female reporter, looking at the quickly growing red spots on her arms, was shocked out of her wits. She frantically sprayed a whole bottle of cologne on her arm, but the red spots didn't diminish, instead showing signs of worsening. "Yuxuan, I can't talk now, I need to buy another bottle of cologne. This damned tropical region, the environment is so harsh, I think those annoying mosquitoes bit me, quite a lot of bumps on my arm!" The female reporter thought the bumps on her arm were mosquito bites, didn't pay much attention, completely unaware of the disaster brought upon by her deliberate provocation. "It's infuriating! That woman obviously just came to pick a fight!" In the room, Su Qingqing was still fuming, thinking about that idiotic woman journalist, wanting to rush over and slap her several times. But considering Huo Sining's status, she held back, believing it best not to cause trouble for Huo Sining, who cares about her reputation. Huo Sining teased, "It's just a clown, what's there to be angry about? Moreover, on the surface, we suffered wrong, but she secretly endured quite a loss!" Upon hearing there was more to the story, Su Qingqing instantly became interested, widened her eyes at Huo Sining, dissatisfied: "Alright, did you secretly do something bad just now? Tell me, how did that woman suffer?" Gu Xu and others nearby also curiously looked toward Huo Sining. Huo Sining, however, smiled enigmatically, glancing at the pretending-to-be-innocent Qibao beside her with a look of helplessness and headache. As it turns out, this little rascal Qibao, after returning from the Imperial Capital to S City, somehow inquired about the itch powder while communicating with the brother Yan Feng deep in the Kunlun mountains. Somehow the two chatted, and Qibao became aware of the existence of the itch powder. He even acted spoiled and slyly got a bottle of it from Huo Sining. Huo Sining knew that this itch powder, with just a fingernail-sized amount, would itch immensely, the more you scratch, the itchier it becomes, the spots grow more. Observing the pitiful conditions of Xu Lian, Huo Yong, and later Wu Jingyi, one could see that once contaminated by this medicine, it's worse than death. Therefore, she had seriously warned Qibao never to easily take it out unless absolutely necessary. Qibao solemnly nodded when getting the itch powder, assured he wouldn't misuse it. Qibao always acted unlike a typical child, being very measured in his actions, so Huo Sining believed him. Plus, for a while afterward, Qibao didn't stir up trouble with the itch powder, so Huo Sining let her guard down and stopped paying attention. Who knew this little fellow would bring the itch powder along on such a journey, and during the confrontation between Huo Sining and the female journalist, he secretly sprinkled the itch powder on the reporter! This rascal Qibao thought he did it without anyone noticing, clueless that Huo Sining's sharp eyes actually caught the little guy pretending not to stand steady, intentionally bumping into the woman reporter, and during the bump, twisting his hand in a strange gesture. Then, Huo Sining saw a puff of powder fly toward the woman's arm, sticking rapidly to the reporter's skin!