"First, I need to create the spiritual artifacts and get my possessions back," Mo Huasong thought to himself.
As for those who were going to come after him, he was ready. After all, he was very short of money now.
"Brother, I feel like we're being watched," Fat Dragon said worriedly. "Should we hurry up and leave Ancient Tree City?"
"What's there to be afraid of? We haven't made profits yet." Mo Huasong dismissed the concern and led Fat Dragon back to the inn.
Upon their return, the innkeeper anxiously asked, "When are you leaving, sir?"
"We've paid for the room today, and we'll leave tomorrow morning," replied Mo Huasong.
The innkeeper felt that he had no reason to argue and didn't venture to say more.
These people were ruthless murderers, and very dangerous.
Plus, they had already killed so many people. Would the other powers just let them be? The thought was terrifying.
When Mo Huasong returned to his room he told Fat Dragon, "Guard the door, don't let anyone disturb me."
