In this world, no one was a fool. Only those with insufficient intelligence felt that the world was beautiful and peaceful.
There were countless strange people and unusual occurrences, and many Ordinary People possessed peculiar talents. The middle-aged man had decided that the rice was good stuff, so naturally he would find a way to obtain it. Bringing people over to block him early in the morning was the middle-aged man's cleverness. Of course, he did not know Chen Mo, so the iron plate was right there, and he had charged straight into it.
Trying to use tricks and schemes against Chen Mo was truly like an old man hanging himself—he was tired of living! If this had been in Little Japan, Chen Mo would have crushed them to death without another word. But this was China, so many things had to be considered carefully. He could not be overly brutal.
However, the later intervention by the uniformed officers annoyed Chen Mo. Then there was the man who entered the hotel, looking every bit like a Boss. Chen Mo had seen him before and remembered him.
A cultivator's memory was naturally excellent to begin with. Especially Chen Mo—his Spiritual Sense had developed to the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and the effect on his intelligence came along with it. Therefore, his memory was exceptionally good. Anyone or anything he had seen before would naturally come back to him.
Chen Mo trusted his own memory. If he could not even remember a person, there would be no need to cultivate! When cultivators refined themselves, they also expanded their Sea of Consciousness, strengthening the soul.
Strengthening the soul meant increasing Mental Power, improving iq, and so on. Thus, there were no fools among cultivators; there were only the clever and