The first and second floors of this small building housed an ordinary restaurant.
The moment Zhong Feng entered, a beautiful waitress hurried over and asked with a smile, "Sir, how may I help you?"
It was not mealtime, and there were few customers in the hall. Zhong Feng was alone.
He quietly told the waitress, "Let culture follow ancestral precepts."
The pronunciation of those five words was not in the Skrull language, but in ancient Chinese. Even Chinese people from Blue Star might not understand it, much less Skrulls, who could only memorize its tones.
The waitress froze for a moment, but quickly recovered and replied in a low voice, "Please wait a moment. I'll go call the owner."
With that, she took quick little steps toward the back of the restaurant.
Like an ordinary diner, Zhong Feng casually found a seat in the hall and waited patiently.
About three minutes later, a plainly dressed Skrull woman emerged from the restaurant's interior.
She looked utterly ordinary, the kind of person who would never draw attention if thrown into a crowd.
She really did look suited for intelligence work. Zhong Feng silently praised her.
"Sir, let's talk upstairs." When she reached Zhong Feng, the Skrull proprietress made an inviting gesture.
Zhong Feng did not refuse and followed her into the elevator.
They went all the way to the proprietress's office on the top floor.
As soon as Zhong Feng entered, the proprietress carefully locked the door.
She looked at Zhong Feng and said, "Qinwu, Great Lord victory."
This sentence was also spoken in ancient Chinese, and her pronunciation was extremely close.
"Along the way, it is fitting to encounter good fortune; with a worthy teacher, make good use of brilliance," Zhong Feng replied.
"Whew, it seems we're comrades." The proprietress