Lin Mo reappeared at the entrance of Phoenix Hotel.
He looked up at the eleventh floor, his eyes as cold as ice.
As soon as he entered the hotel, a few security guards stopped him.
"Sir, please present your membership card."
"I don't have one."
Lin Mo said indifferently and proceeded to walk inside.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but if you don't have a membership card, you're not allowed to enter."
The security guards insisted, their eyes starting to look somewhat dangerous.
Lin Mo turned his head slightly, sweeping a cold gaze over them.
Bang bang!
Immediately, they fell to the ground, feeling chillingly cold as if they had the wrong impression of nearing the Nine Netherworld Hell.
Even the thought of getting up seemed an impossible task.
Watching the young man continue towards the inside of the hotel, their eyes filled with boundless fear.
Soon, Lin Mo arrived on the eleventh floor, where a banquet was taking place.
"Who are Zhang Long's parents! Come out and face your death!"