Their room had been completely ransacked.

Both His and Mike’s suitcases had been tossed about, their contents scattered across the floor.

The Feng Shui compass, wrapped in silk, had been in his own suitcase.

And it was missing.

The small box in Mike’s bag that held some of the local currency, as well as emergency U.S.

dollars, sat on the ground.

He quickly opened it.

Mr. Mai was suddenly very nervous, and blurted out to Mike, “They didn’t take the money, or anything else… Just the compass is missing…”

Although Mike is not was not well learned in the art of Feng Shui, he knew that the compass was a treasure of the Mai family.

down from the first generation of ancestors who engaged in

meaning of this inheritance

importantly, because of the continuous blessing of the ancestors of the past dynasties, the feng shui compass could even be regarded as a

that of an ordinary compass!

this compass was lost, the ability of the Mai family to watch Feng

he hurriedly said to Mr. Mai, “Grandpa,

out, “Yes, Hurry up! We’ll call the

and said, “Don’t worry you two, I’ve already reported it to the

great-grandson turned their heads to look at the person who’d just entered their room, and saw that

look like an ordinary person, so Mr. Mai asked,

Cameron, the general manager of the Shangri-La Hotel.” As he spoke,

a burglary, I rushed over as

been notified, and should arrive

had already called the police, he put his phone

Mai asked with a bit of anger, “Mr. Cameron, the Shangri-La is a world-renowned hotel chain, one I’ve stayed in all

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