It was Bulldog's room.
"Knock, knock!" The knocks were soft, but Bulldog had just seen off Adelle Dan and was preparing to check out of the hotel. His plan was to meet up with Chu Yan and friends before deciding what to do next.
"¡Vengo!" Bulldog was highly alert to this knock; reasons included that he hadn’t called for room service, Chu Yan’s earlier warning about Solar Sins assassins being active, and his privacy in Bangkok, unknown to anyone.
Given these circumstances, Bulldog maintained a high level of vigilance against any unfamiliar faces who might appear.
Bulldog moved quietly despite his large frame. The hotel rooms were carpeted with soft, thick material, and the hotel’s design paid attention to soundproofing, ensuring that the two outsiders, though prepared, heard no sounds from inside the room.
"¡Preparado! ¡Accionar en cualquier momento!" Outside, the two young men exchanged a glance. The taller one gestured while the other nodded, raising his silenced pistol toward the peephole on the door.
In moments, the peephole went dark, and the two men instantly pulled the trigger, firing all twelve rounds from their magazines. The hotel room’s door was nearly covered in bullets, with a cluster of shots hitting around the peephole.
"¡Entrar y verificar!" After reloading, they kicked open the door and rushed inside. But no one was there!
"¡Maldita sea! ¡Cómo es posible?" Both young men were shocked. They had fired both magazines completely; now, the room was empty—had they gone mad?
"¡Eh! ¡Bang! ¡Clicch!" Inside, the room was not empty. However, their initial focus on the doorway had left them with a narrow field of vision. Their target should have been sprawled on the floor, and it would be time to end him there.
As they realized the room was empty, Bulldog emerged from the bathroom. Before he could fully exit, a white sink flew out like a bomb, blasting the shorter assassin's head off, leaving his body lifeless!
The other young assassin aimed at Bulldog with his gun, but Bulldog’s strength remained unyielding as he grabbed the assassin’s pistol and pressed his index finger into the back of the trigger.
"¡Lo siento! Tu pistola ya no funcionará." Bulldog moved swiftly and brutally; had it been anyone else, they might have first disarmed him before attacking. But Bulldog kept the gun aimed at his chest while locking its grip with one hand, trapping the trigger’s space. The pistol was rendered useless.
"¡Bang! ¡Bang! ¡Bang!" The young assassin tried to fight back, but his leg moved like a spring and struck Bulldog's thigh with a resounding thud. This told Bulldog that he faced a formidable opponent.
Unfortunately, the best way to deal with Bulldog in this world was either to use a missile or to shoot him in the head. If any other part of his body got hit, you might find yourself in a dangerous situation. Bulldog had exceptional durability; no matter if it were a weapon or gunfire, his resistance was beyond imagination!
So while the kick hit its target, it did nothing. Bulldog’s face showed only indifference and not even a hint of pain or anger. In other words, for him, this opponent was still too weak.
"¡Arma final? ¡Nada más que eso!" With these words, Bulldog's giant fist slammed into the assassin's chest!