To protect clients' privacy, all the private rooms on the sixth floor had only a single call button. Only when someone wanted service would they call the service staff.
The service staff waited by the sixth-floor elevator, ready to serve all the clients.
However, Chen Mo had already destroyed the call button when he entered the private room. Thus, Marze had no way to call the service staff or have them notify anyone else.
As for shouting, heh! There was no point even thinking about it! No matter how much noise they made in this private room, the service staff by the elevator would not hear it. The soundproofing in these private rooms had been designed for the clients, specifically to protect their privacy.
Even if the gunshots earlier had occurred in the hallway, the service staff would have pretended not to hear them. They had developed a certain immunity to the special hobbies of sixth-floor clients. Perhaps those people were merely playing with something that sounded like gunfire.
As long as no service was called and there were still more than ten bodyguards inside, there was no need to investigate.
If someone got hot-blooded and went to check after hearing gunshots, he might not even know how he died.
For example, there had once been a service staff member who heard a girl calling for help and went upstairs to rescue her. Unfortunately, the next day, they heard that the service staff member had gone to sleep at home and never woke up again.
Yes, he really had been sleeping. He simply could not wake up.
Working as service staff here meant generous tips and good money, but one still needed to stay alive to spend it. So whatever they heard or saw had to be treated as though