early morning.

Sulu was biting the bun, thinking about whether she would go to watch the fun today, but suddenly she saw a local news on her phone.

""The well-known young entrepreneur in this city sent to the hospital due to food poisoning"!"

Compared with paper newspapers, online news has stronger scandal attributes and is more daring to reveal information in order to attract attention.

"It is reported that... Cheng Feng himself was extremely indecent when he was carried into the ambulance, and he was suspected to be..."

Next to it, there is also a photo of mosaics, which makes people imagine.

Even Sulu was a little startled: "What is he doing?"

Because the photos were too blurry, he did not see the mysterious runes on Cheng Feng's body, otherwise he would have known everything.

...

Seven days later.

The renovated ‘Late Night Canteen’ reopened.

The newly renovated Baijing Restaurant has added partitions and murals, which looks more stylish, as if it is a casual and quiet bar, and there are also various wines on the counter.

As for business hours, it was changed from 9:00 to 11:00 pm.

"I won't stay up late. I've died suddenly once before, and I'll never come again."

Sulu said to himself.

Anyway, it is unlikely that people who are actually eating will choose this.

The impact of this is that customers are further reduced. Of course, there are also some new audiences, such as those who want to have late-night snacks.

He opened his business normally, listening to the messy news of the drinkers chatting, and occasionally went to feed the crows.

It’s not that I don’t want to move, but that the level of the spiritual tide’s recovery is too low and I can’t do anything I want to do.

Even Li Weiwei, as far as he knows, did not quit his job, and he still became an office worker every day.

It seems that many exercise programs have been added, and I should have become much more flexible recently.

"Boss, come a bottle of beer and get some food and drinks."

This night.

A young man wearing sunglasses walked into the store and spoke.

"oh?"

Sulu glanced at her eyes and smiled even more: "Okay!"

He recognized this person as a regular customer before, Cheng Feng was sent to the hospital after being reported to be food poisoning!

‘This guy... has successfully taken office? It seems that there is something wrong with being sent to the hospital before.’

Sulu said silently in his heart, and sent two bottles of cold beer and a few side dishes to go up: "You haven't been here for a while, I'll treat this bottle of wine."

"Thank you!"

Cheng Feng poured himself a cup, and he was stuffed with a mouthful of relief, with a very embarrassing expression on his face: "I...ah...I'm not ashamed to see people now."

"What's wrong?"

Sulu sat down and poured himself a cup.

"They...ah..." Cheng Feng seemed to have a lot of bitterness, and at this time he vented his heart: "I was just doing...well, special things, but the doctor came... Come on, just come, and he was so scared that he called an ambulance. I was fine at all, I just fainted... More importantly, I didn't know how to put on my clothes! It turned out to be photographed by a tabloid reporter..."

He took off his sunglasses: "If it weren't for the blessing of disguise, I would have the desire to die. But you... have been decorated well and have a lot of style."

"Thank you all to love..."

Su Lu waved his hand: "It's a pity that I didn't see Master Wang Chaoqun challenge your guild hall..."

"No pity, no pity! Master Wang...that has real skills."

Cheng Feng seemed to think of something, and his face became mysterious: "Boss... do you believe that there is internal force?"

He was not such an imprudent person at first, but for some reason, after chatting for a few words, he felt that Sulu was a friend that could be made in close contact.

Moreover, foreigners are still addicted to things like internal energy. What does it matter if they talk about it?

"Internal strength? Ancient martial arts?"

Sulu took a sip of the hops: "I don't know... maybe there is."

"Tell you..."

Cheng Feng had a look of 'I have a lot of information': "That Master Wang Chaoqun is a master who has cultivated internal strength!"

"Oh, that's what it is."

Sulu made a surprised expression, but that was it.

"If you don't believe me, I will tell you, I..."

Cheng Feng was just hypnotized, not becoming a fool. He looked around and immediately stopped talking.

"Come on...drink and drink."

Sulu smiled and drank a drink with him and returned to the counter.

As Cheng Feng said just now, even if someone hears it, it doesn’t matter, but among today’s customers, Li Weiwei happens to be among Li Weiwei.

This [Wind Whisperer] has already stared at Cheng Feng and has thought about everything.

‘Looking at this, maybe I will become a gathering place for mysterious people and have the prototype of developing into power…’

Su Lu saw Cheng Feng drowning his sorrows by drinking, and drank until he closed the door and left. Behind him, Li Weiwei followed him and couldn't help but smile.

"Ada, follow me too, be careful not to be photographed by the probe!"

In the darkness, the sound of flapping its wings flashed.

...

Cheng Feng had a good alcohol tolerance. Even though he called a little later, he was still very awake and came to a parking lot.

‘It’s good to come out and relax occasionally.’

‘I am already an extraordinary person, have internal strength, and have become [ancient martial artist]. Alas... I can't hide it from ordinary people, and I can't give me too much pleasure...’

He thought with a sad face.

"Mr. Cheng Feng, please wait."

At this moment, a person came out of the darkness.

He was wearing a black suit, with handsome facial features, and some of the characteristics of a mixed race.

"Who are you?"

Cheng Feng narrowed his eyes, he didn't know this person.

"I am from the 'Eye of Ancient Gods', a friendly and cooperative organization without borders serving the extraordinary. I would like to invite Mr. Cheng Feng to join us."

The mixed-race child said in fluent Mandarin.

"You... know my extraordinary identity?" Cheng Feng's pupils shrank.

"Haha... Mr. Cheng Feng was a little high-profile some time ago. If you investigate again, you will know everything."

The mixed-race child smiled slightly, giving people a sense of pride in his mastery: "You can call me Mr. Robinson. In fact, what really makes the organization want to invite is Mr. Wang Chaoqun. When you join, I will go to find him."

"What if...I refuse?"

Cheng Feng's expression became cold: "What are you? If you want me to join, I don't want to be faced?"

"You are rejecting the invitation from a noble 'new human being'."

Robinson's expression was also cold: "Maybe you don't know yet, we... are different!"

The golden pen he was playing with suddenly floated up and floated in the air. The cap was twisted away, revealing the tip of the pen, like an arrow.

"【Mind Master】?"

Cheng Feng's expression changed.

After his last dream, he searched for clues frantically, and naturally logged into some secret forums and learned the "truth of the world".
Chapter completed!