Chang Qing lowered his head, not daring to speak.
He was afraid that Chang Shulong would scold him again.
A middle-aged man beside him suggested, "Patriarch Chang, we don't necessarily have to stay in hotels. I heard there are many manors and villas here. Wouldn't it be better if we rented a few?"
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up.
Chang Shulong pondered for a moment and nodded, "It seems this is the only way. This way, we can also preserve some of our Tianhai's dignity."
"However," a cold glint flashed in Chang Shulong's eyes again.
Everyone looked at Chang Shulong.
Chang Shulong continued, "This Chen Mo has caused us to lose face in front of so many forces. This matter cannot be let go."
The middle-aged man on the right frowned slightly, "Patriarch Chang, I still think it's not wise for us to conflict with Chen Mo now."
Chang Shulong waved his hand, "I naturally know, and I don't intend to confront him head-on. Isn't this kid rich? Didn't he buy the entire hotel? Then I'll make sure this hotel cannot operate normally starting today!"
"When he realizes that three hundred million yuan was wasted, hehehe, I believe his expression will be very interesting."
Chang Qing, who was standing by, immediately showed excitement upon hearing these words.
Soon, the Tianhai forces checked out of the hotel.
As expected.
After the martial artists from Tianhai left the Desland Hotel, many forces scoffed upon hearing about it.
This was simply lifting a rock only to drop it on their own feet.
In the end, Chang Shulong sent people to rent several villas in Muyang County.
Otherwise, if they had really stayed in those cheap guesthouses, they would have been laughed at.
As for Chen Mo, after they left.
The waiter replaced all the furniture and bedding in the presidential suite with brand new ones, and only then did Chen Mo move in.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite.
Chen Mo held a glass of red wine, enjoying the scenery of Muyang County.
He had to admit, the environment here was truly good.
The air carried a refreshing feeling.
Just then, Chen Mo's phone suddenly rang.
It was Zhang Chaoyang calling.
"Mr. Chen, as of now, martial artists have arrived from six provinces," Zhang Chaoyang's solemn voice came through as soon as the call was connected.
"Six provinces, how many people have arrived?" Chen Mo asked.
"About a hundred people."
Chen Mo fell into thought. This number was indeed something Chen Mo hadn't expected.
"Mr. Chen, I still suggest we stop. If you appear, all these hundred people will likely target you first," Zhang Chaoyang advised.
Chen Mo replied, "I understand. For now, do not contact me. Our relationship cannot be known to others. As for this matter, I will find a way."
"Yes, Mr. Chen." Hearing Chen Mo's insistence, Zhang Chaoyang couldn't say anything more.
Then he added, "Mr. Chen, I've sent someone to deliver the map and equipment to the secret realm. Also, that place is quite dangerous. If you go alone, be sure to bring your equipment."
"Got it," Chen Mo responded.
After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo looked towards the distant forest.
He also understood that the road ahead was perilous, and a single misstep could lead to eternal damnation.
However, he, Chen Mo, would not be afraid, because he knew that all strength was earned through his own efforts.
And Chen Mo's gaze had never been as firm as it was today.
Chen Mo checked the time; it was already six in the evening.
The person delivering the equipment should have arrived by now.
Without lingering in the room, Chen Mo pushed open the door and took the elevator to the first-floor lobby.
"Something's wrong, something's wrong!"
However, just as Chen Mo was about to go out, a hurried voice sounded from the buffet restaurant next to the lobby.
Hearing the voice, Chen Mo frowned slightly and stopped to look over.
"Quick, get a doctor, someone is dying!"
Another voice echoed from the buffet restaurant.
At this moment, a male waiter rushed out from inside, went to the front desk, picked up the desk phone, and dialed the hospital's emergency number.
As the male waiter anxiously turned to go back into the restaurant, Chen Mo grabbed him by the arm.
"What happened inside?" Chen Mo asked.
The male waiter didn't recognize Chen Mo and casually replied, "Someone fainted."
After speaking, the male waiter quickly left.
Chen Mo's expression changed slightly, and he also walked briskly towards the buffet restaurant.
Firstly, he was a doctor.
Secondly, the entire hotel was his property, and as the owner, he naturally had to see what was happening.
Arriving at the buffet restaurant.
Chen Mo saw a group of people gathered together. He could vaguely see an old man lying on the ground, his lips purple, and his body twitching slightly.
"Is there a doctor here? Is there a doctor?" a female server was repeatedly asking.
"I am a doctor."
Chen Mo's voice rang out from the crowd.
Everyone heard the voice and looked over.
They saw Chen Mo push his way through the crowd and come to the old man's side, reaching out to feel the old man's neck.
Finding that the old man still had a faint pulse, Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Mo looked at the waiter and asked, "What happened to him just now?"
The waiter shook her head nervously, "I don't know. When I found him, he had already collapsed on the ground."
Chen Mo opened the patient's mouth and took a look. There was still some undigested food inside.
When Chen Mo saw the powder in the food, his expression suddenly turned grim.
Because Chen Mo could tell that this powder was a type of drug.
Someone had poisoned the restaurant.
This was something Chen Mo was very sure of.
Chen Mo instructed, "Notify security. From now on, no one is to leave the hotel. Wait for the police to investigate."
"No one can leave?"
As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately caused dissatisfaction among the surrounding crowd.
"Kid, who do you think you are! Is this hotel yours?"
"Exactly, we are guests. What you're doing is restricting our personal freedom? Believe it or not, I'll sue you right now!"
Chen Mo ignored these people.
His eyes were only on the old man in front of him.
Chen Mo instructed, "Get a bottle of pure milk."
Hearing this, the waiter quickly nodded.
Since there were no other doctors here, she could only place all her hopes on Chen Mo.
Soon, the pure milk was brought over.
Chen Mo opened the old man's mouth and poured the entire bottle of pure milk into the old man's body.
Then, Chen Mo turned the old man's body onto his side.
He placed a palm on the old man's back.
"Ugh!"
Immediately, the old man vomited.
Following that, Chen Mo took out a few silver needles and was about to administer acupuncture treatment.
"Stop!"
However, at this moment, hurried footsteps sounded, and several emergency doctors quickly walked over.