112 The Intercontinental Hotel

Tyrion immediately brought out a single blood vessel from his pockets. It was the blood vessels he had obtained from killing borged zombies.

"This should be enough for a few days right?"

The young lady was first stunned when she saw this. She had never before seen someone be so casual about a Blood Demon Art. But quickly recovered her bearing, giving a professional smile she responded as she gave him a key card. "More than enough."

"Please, allow me to assist you to your room." Her eyes batted as she suddenly appeared meek and cute.

"There's no need for that." Tyrion shook his head and proceeded to limp toward the elevator when he suddenly paused.

"I will call you for you when I need you, Martha." With that, he limped away.

Martha's downcast face immediately brightened up and her heart raced. 'If he could release a Blood Demon Art casually, it meant he possessed more than one.'