Strangely, this information was notified to him by the hotel, not Zhong Qing himself.

The sweet girl at the hotel reception desk relayed a message about the guest staying in the room next to his. It was just this one sentence, and it was relayed only half an hour ago.

During the dinner, Zhong Qing had clearly told him that he would go to the office on Central Star in the evening to deal with the accumulated official business, and he had clearly told him that he would be back around 11 o'clock in the evening, but it was only 8 o'clock now.

It was 7:30 half an hour ago, but Zhong Qing had already left the hotel. He Mo was suspicious and decided to contact Zhong Qing to confirm whether this happened. It was very likely that the girl at the front desk remembered the wrong person and conveyed the wrong information.

There are still fifteen minutes until eight o'clock. After asking clearly, if Zhong Qing really wants to discuss something with him on the top floor, he will have enough time to go there.

The communication sound rang for a long time, but no one on the other end picked up the computer.

He Mo instinctively felt something was wrong. He looked up towards the window and saw someone approaching with a very strange and sharp breath.

Oh no!

He Mo picked up the sleeping little golden lion and stuffed it into his pocket. He zipped up his pocket, opened the door and ran to the stairs. He keenly noticed that the camera on the right in front of him was always facing his door and never changed direction.

Someone was monitoring him, but he didn't know when it started. He Mo's heart shuddered. It was definitely no more than five hours since he returned to the Central Star. During this time, he and Zhong Qing had only gone to one place in disguise, which was the restaurant. To be able to detect that he was still alive in such a short time, no matter whether it was the Golden Lion Clan or the Black Python Clan behind the scenes, this ability was chilling.

On the top floor of the hotel, a man wrapped in darkness listened to his subordinates' reports, with a cruel arc on the corner of his mouth. He realized something was wrong so quickly, but unfortunately, it was too late.

The man jumped down from a height of one hundred stories and snapped his fingers. In the darkness, the assassination forces silently changed their deployment.

The dangerous signal in his heart became stronger and stronger. He Mo rushed out of the stairs with a flickering flame on his fingertips.

Bang, bang, bang. All the lights on this floor were instantly extinguished, and the camera above was also damaged at the same time. In an instant, the place fell into darkness.

Right now, He Mo flashed and rushed into the cleaning room. Now he would be a sitting duck if he went out dressed like this. He could only disguise himself as a cleaner and try to get out. This hotel was full of murderous aura, and there were definitely more than one or two killers sneaking in.

After quickly changing his clothes, He Mo threw them into the closet of an open room. This was the tenth floor. He remembered that there was a four-story restaurant next to this hotel. He only needed to run down to the sixth or seventh floor and jump to the restaurant opposite. The possibility of escaping would be much greater.

He Mo rolled up the carpet on the ground and hung it over the window. A flame quietly and quickly burned from one end of the carpet. The orderly and vigilant footsteps were getting closer and closer. He Mo quickly jumped out of the window of the room on the tenth floor with a nearly four-meter-long rope wrapped around his waist, which was connected end to end with a bed sheet.

Bang. The moment the tenth-floor window was shattered by the flames, He Mo kicked the window open. The two sounds overlapped perfectly, and He Mo successfully reached the eighth floor without being discovered by the pursuers on the tenth floor.

Untying the sheet from around his waist, a dark figure floated down from above. He chuckled softly, his face twisted and cold, and whispered, "I got you."

A strong chill rose from his spine, and He Mo stared expressionlessly at the black-robed man floating in the air. What a big scene, they directly sent a psychic to kill him.

"That's not necessarily true." An undisguised cruelty flashed in He Mo's usually gentle eyes. This was simply too much, time and again. Originally, he had no interest in these family struggles, but now they were forcing him to the complete opposite side.

The evening breeze rustled past, and the black-robed man chuckled softly, as if whispering to his lover, yet his tone was filled with overwhelming coldness: "I'll take your life."

In an instant, a strong wind blew.

As expected, they had investigated him, and even found out clearly that the little golden lion was about to awaken the fire ability. They specially found a wind-type killer, which showed that they really thought highly of him. However, they probably didn't expect that he could already use the ability, so he didn't take these ordinary killers seriously.

He Mo curled his lips into a smile, and did not resist the strong wind that made it almost impossible to open his eyes. Instead, he used the thrust of the wind, tiptoed, and quickly left the room. Not long after, the room was completely destroyed by the strong wind.

The man in black robe floated down from mid-air to the center of the room and chased out slowly, neither hurried nor slow. It was really interesting. I have never seen such a slippery loach in all these years. But a loach is a loach after all, and this little loach can't escape tonight.

The footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer. He Mo calmly opened the backpack on his back. Instead of facing this madman whose strength was unknown, he would rather face these killers without superpowers head-on.

There were two folding knives in his backpack. After dinner, he passed by a gun store and somehow bought two knives.

These killers were all dressed in black. Unlike the man in black robe outside, these killers did not say a word. The first moment they saw him, they waved their weapons.

The sound of weapons clashing could be clearly heard on the floor. Sure enough, the knife, which was common in the street, was chopped into a gap after just a few strokes. He Mo threw the knife with the gap straight out, and a flower of fire flew out behind the knife. The carpet instantly caught fire. The flames of ice and heat stopped the killer for a moment, and He Mo took the opportunity to slip into the corner.

It was too risky to jump from the eighth floor to the door of the restaurant, so he had to jump out from at least the seventh floor. He Mo opened a room at random, and the man inside screamed when he saw him come in.

The obese man was extremely ugly. On the bed was a beautiful girl who was drunk and unconscious. The man was yelling and whining with a guilty conscience. Despite the noise, the girl had not woken up. It was obvious that she was brought here by this man unconsciously. He Mo closed the door and was too lazy to talk nonsense with this obviously scumbag. He chopped the man's neck with a knife and he fell down instantly.

Lend me your coat. He Mo threw the cleaning lady's clothes on the girl, put on the fat man's coat, opened the window, grabbed the bed sheet tied at one end, and jumped off the seventh floor.

The obvious cracking sound of glass was particularly loud in the night sky. He Mo jumped into the room like a nimble gecko. Fortunately, his skills had recovered a lot during this period of recuperation. After forming a bond with the little golden lion, his body flexibility and physical fitness had been significantly improved. Otherwise, he would not have been able to do these difficult moves tonight.

The restaurant was at the other end of the seventh floor. He Mo turned his fingertips and turned off all the lights on the entire floor the moment he left the room. His flames were no match for Nemesis Wind's special ability, but they were still effective against small gadgets like electric lights.

Just as He Mo was about to reach the other end, a gust of wind blew towards him from behind.

He Mo was almost there. When he was about to jump out of the hotel with a gloomy face, he suddenly felt a suction force under his feet. A small tornado quickly formed under him, and the materials on the ground were lifted up bit by bit by the tornado. He Mo inserted the knife into the wall next to him to steady his body.

Just then, the glass next to it was broken and another man in a black robe jumped in.

Oh no, He Mo thought to himself that this was not good. He had already had a hard time dealing with a mature psychic. If another one came, he would definitely not be able to escape unscathed. If all else failed, he could only use his mental power again. Compared to his life, what would it matter even if his mental power was completely wasted? He Mo calmly watched the movements of the two men in black robes. As long as they moved, he would keep them here even if he had to use all his mental power to completely crush them.

Another man in black robe approached cautiously, and within a few breaths, the tornado that had already begun to take shape was swallowed up by the unknown energy.

"Relax." A familiar hoarse voice came from under the black robe. He Mo looked at him cautiously, and a hint of doubt couldn't help but appear in his calm eyes. For a moment, the three of them formed a horn.

"It's you." The first black-robed man clearly recognized the other black-robed man and said in a cold tone, "You want to steal my prey?!"

"If you leave now, I can pretend that none of this happened." A familiar low and hoarse voice sounded, and the man in black robe who came later took a few steps forward and stood in front of He Mo.

"This is the task that was personally assigned to me." The first black-robed man was obviously a little afraid of the black-robed man who came later and did not dare to really take action. At this time, the killers behind him also caught up and followed the first black-robed man.

The black-robed man who came later snorted coldly, and without replying, he shouted to He Mo: "Go!"

As he said that, the man in black robe jumped down from the seventh floor. He Mo did not hesitate and immediately jumped down from the seventh floor. He had already recognized who this person was, but he did not expect that this person would appear here.

Sure enough, down the seventh floor, a small spaceship was flying steadily in the air. Two people jumped into the spaceship, and it quickly left the hotel.

The atmosphere in the spaceship was somewhat silent. The man in black robe spoke in a hoarse voice: "Are you okay?"

After folding the remaining knives and putting them into his backpack, He Mo subconsciously touched the little golden lion in his pocket. The little guy was very brave and had been telling him that he wanted to come out and fight. Fortunately, he had zipped up his pocket, otherwise the little guy might have been thrown out by his difficult moves.

Only after confirming that his owner was safe did the little guy stay safely in the pocket.

"I'm fine, thank you for this time."

"Xiao Mo, I'm sorry, I didn't know they would exile you to a desolate planet. By the time I learned the news, they had already planned this killing plan." The man in black robe took off the wide hat on his head, his beautifully curved lips were tightly pursed, and the dim light in the spacecraft illuminated his profile.