He glanced at the hotel's duty manager and found that he had no connection to the people lying on the ground, so his expression softened.
He shook his hand and said, "No need to call an ambulance. Just let them lie there. People like them need a good beating from society before they learn to behave. Since they picked on me today, they can count themselves unlucky. If it had been someone else, wouldn't an honest person have suffered losses?"
The duty manager nodded as he listened. He somewhat agreed with Chen Mo inwardly, but he could not say so aloud. He could only give an awkward, socially polite laugh in response. A beating from society? These people had clearly all been beaten by him personally, and he had put every last one of them on the ground. Could he really represent society?
Naturally, he would never say that aloud. Anyone who could become a hotel duty manager knew how to talk smoothly and size people up. Why would he say something offensive?
"Sir, these fellows lying here will affect the hotel's business as well. Do you think perhaps..." The duty manager could only ask cautiously. If he angered Chen Mo and got sent flying too, with his small frame, he would definitely be bedridden for half a year.
He had long since received society's beatings before climbing to his current position. If society, represented by Chen Mo, beat him up again, someone might replace him in this position. He would also have to go to the hospital to receive society's treatment—perhaps a complete rebuild in the furnace.
Normally, according to the hotel's procedures, they would directly call over some guards and take both the assailants and the victims to the security room or somewhere else. At the very least,