The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

The lobby manager of the Paradise Inn is named Wang Hai, and he is in a bad mood today.

Those four new security guards at the entrance must have had their brains slammed in a door; they actually let two migrant workers in overalls in, along with a little kid in sportswear.

Wang Hai could smell an earthy, earthy odor from a distance, mixed with a faint scent of soap from a public toilet.

He frowned and gave the waiter next to him a look.

"Go and kick those three beggars out, don't let them dirty our carpets."

Just as the waiter was about to leave, he saw the five-year-old kid, accompanied by two "bodyguards," swagger to the booth in the center of the lobby.

That position is reserved for the top elites in the capital.

Chu Chen plopped down on the soft leather sofa, his short legs dangling in mid-air, unable to reach the ground.

"Waiter," he called out in a childish voice.

Wang Hai suppressed his anger and walked over, forcing a smile.

"Little friend, this is not a place for you. Where are your parents?"

Chu Chen raised his head, revealing a set of small white teeth.

"I'm here to spend money, give me a glass of your most expensive milk."

He thought for a moment, then added, "It's like the Lafite of milk, you know?"

Wang Hai's face twitched.

He had been in the entertainment industry for over a decade, and this was the first time he had ever heard such an outrageous request.

Before he could react, Zhao Wuji, who was standing behind Chu Chen, had already taken a step forward, a professional fake smile plastered on his face.

"Manager, the child is just being silly, please don't take offense."

As he spoke, he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. The wallet was bulging and looked quite heavy.

Wang Hai's gaze lingered on the wallet for a second, and his expression softened somewhat.

He sized up the strange trio: the tall, goofy guy had a menacing look, the smiling, overall-clad man seemed to have some skill, and the kid... was really weird.

"Alright, a glass of milk, eight thousand eight, pay first." Wang Hai held out his hand.

Without saying a word, Zhao Wuji took out a wad of banknotes from his wallet and handed them over.

Wang Hai took the money, sneering inwardly. "Who's some nouveau riche from out of town bringing their kid to broaden their horizons?"

He turned and left, not seeing the fleeting sarcasm in Chu Chen's eyes.

"Sir, something's not right here." Zhou Tian lowered his voice and whispered in Chu Chen's ear.

He felt uncomfortable all over as soon as he came in.

The air was filled with a cloyingly sweet fragrance, like overripe, rotten apples, which could make you dizzy if you smelled it for too long.

In the center of the hall, on the dance floor, hundreds of well-dressed men and women were wildly twisting their bodies to the beat of eerie bass music.

Their faces wore an expression of ecstatic intoxication, but their eyes were empty and lifeless, and their movements were as stiff as marionettes.

"Something's not right." Chu Chen swung his legs and looked at the group of people.

"These people are burning their own life force to power up the formation here."

He pointed to the huge crystal chandelier on the ceiling, shaped like a black lotus flower.

"That's the key to the formation, called 'Bewitching Induction,' and this music is the incantation. If they dance for another two hours, these people will be drained dry and carried out."

Zhou Tian felt a chill run down his spine.

Zhao Wuji was shocked. As the former master of Xuanyao Valley, he could naturally see the tricks of this place. This was clearly the method of evil cultivators, and an extremely sophisticated one at that.

Soon, the waiter came over with a stemmed glass containing half a glass of warm milk.

Chu Chen picked it up, smelled it, and then pursed his lips.

"It has a strong milky smell, and it doesn't taste as good as my AD calcium milk."

He put down his cup and looked at the huge speaker in the center of the dance floor.

"Zhou Tian" (周天).

"Yes, sir!"

"That big black box is too noisy and it's ruining my mood for drinking milk."

Chu Chen pointed at the speakers, looking impatient.

"Go, smash it for me."

Zhou Tian's eyes lit up, and he grinned.

"Okay!"

He'd disliked that thing for a long time, and that was exactly what he was waiting for.

Zhou Tian strode towards the dance floor, and the people along the way seemed not to see him, continuing to dance wildly.

He walked up to the enormous speaker, which was taller than him, took a deep breath, and clenched his fist, which was as big as a clay pot.

"Get out of here!"

With a loud shout, he slammed his fist squarely into the speaker.

"boom!"

A loud bang was followed by a piercing crackling sound of electricity.

That top-of-the-line stereo system, worth millions, was smashed to pieces by his punch, with parts and wood chips scattered everywhere.

The deafening music abruptly stopped.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

The people dancing wildly on the dance floor seemed to have been paused, their movements suddenly freezing.

A few seconds later, the dazed look on their faces quickly faded, replaced by blankness and extreme exhaustion.

"Thump!"

"Splash, splash"

Like dumplings being dropped into a pot, hundreds of people, one by one, all had their legs go weak, collapsed to the ground, and lost consciousness.

"Who?"

"Who dares to cause trouble in the Paradise Palace!"

A sharp female voice shattered the silence.

A woman wearing a red, high-slit cheongsam, heavily made up, and with a voluptuous figure, led a dozen or so thugs in black, armed with electric batons, as they stormed down from the second floor.

The woman, who was in her thirties and was known as Sister Hong, was the apparent head housekeeper of this Paradise Inn.

Her sharp gaze swept quickly across the messy dance floor, finally settling on the five-year-old child slowly sipping his milk.

"Where did this little bastard come from? You're tired of living, aren't you?"

Hongjie walked to the booth, stretched out her finger painted with bright red nail polish, and almost poked Chu Chen's nose.

"Arrest him, break his arms and legs, and throw him into the back alley to feed the dogs!"

A dozen or so thugs behind her surrounded her menacingly.

Zhao Wuji and Zhou Tian stood forward, like two mountains, protecting Chu Chen behind them.

Chu Chen slowly put down the milk cup.

He took out the palm-sized piece of lightning-struck wood he had found in Panjiayuan from his small schoolbag and slammed it on the table.

He raised his head, looked at Sister Hong with a fierce expression, and spoke with an innocent look.

"Don't be nervous, I'm a broadband repairman."

"We received complaints from users saying that the internet speed here is too slow and the signal is poor, which seriously affects their ability to play games with friends at night."

Sister Hong and her thugs were stunned.

Broadband repairman?

Playing games?

Is there something wrong with this child's brain?

Before they could react, the piece of lightning-struck wood that Chu Chen had placed on the table suddenly emitted a slight buzzing sound.

A tiny, visible arc of electricity shot out from the wood.

The electric arc, like a nimble little snake, darted precisely along the tabletop to Sister Hong's finger that was pointing at Chu Chen.

"Sizzle"

"ah--!"

Sister Hong let out a piercing scream, her whole body convulsing violently as if she had been struck by a high-voltage electric shock, before she suddenly fell backward.

Her finger was charred black and wisps of smoke were rising from it.

The electric arc did not stop.

It leaped over Sister Hong and, like a spider web, spread across the entire hall along the luxurious carpet.

All the black-clad thugs who were still standing were struck by the electric arc. They convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and fell to the ground with their eyes rolled back, like electrocuted toads.

The huge black lotus chandelier on the ceiling let out a mournful cry as the electric arc swept across it.

"Snap!"

Countless cracks spread across the crystal.

The next second, the entire chandelier shattered, and countless black crystal shards rained down on it.

The "bewitching array" has been broken.

The cloying, rotten smell in the hall also completely dissipated.

The entire room fell silent.

Only the faint groans of the unconscious guests remained.

Chu Chen picked up the milk on the table, took another sip, and smacked his lips.

He looked at Sister Hong, who was sprawled on the ground, her face filled with terror, her fingers still smoking, and said slowly.

"See, isn't that enough?"

"Signal is full now."