486. The Hidden Hand

early morning.

As Sulu was munching on a steamed bun, wondering whether to go see the excitement today, she suddenly came across a local news article on her phone.

"A well-known young entrepreneur in the city has been hospitalized due to food poisoning!"

Compared to print newspapers, online news tends to be more sensational and daring in its pursuit of attention.

"It is reported that... when Cheng Feng was carried onto the ambulance, his behavior was extremely indecent, suspected to be..."

Next to it was a blurred photo, leaving much to the imagination.

Even Sulu was somewhat surprised. "What is he doing?"

Because the photo was too blurry, he didn't see the mysterious runes on Cheng Feng's body; otherwise, he would have understood everything.

Seven days later.

The renovated "Midnight Diner" has reopened.

The newly renovated Bai Jing Restaurant features partitions and murals, giving it a more stylish look, resembling a quiet, relaxing bar, with various drinks displayed on the counter.

As for business hours, they have been changed to 9 PM to 11 PM.

"I don't stay up late anymore. I died from overwork once before, and I'm never doing it again."

Sulu said to himself.

Anyway, people who actually want to eat are unlikely to choose this time.

The resulting impact is a further decrease in customers. Of course, there are also some new customers, such as those who want to eat late-night snacks.

He just opened his business as usual, listening to the patrons chatter about random things, and occasionally feeding the Crow.

It's not that I don't want to take action, but the level of Spirit Tide revival is too low, so I can't do anything even if I want to.

Even Li Weiwei, as far as he knew, hadn't quit her job; she was still a struggling office worker every day.

It seems like they've added a lot of exercise; their agility must have improved a lot recently.

"Boss, a bottle of beer, and a few snacks to go with it."

That night.

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

"Oh?"

Sulu glanced at him, his smile widening, "Okay!"

He recognized him; it was Cheng Feng, a former regular customer who had been reported to have been hospitalized for food poisoning!

'This guy... he's already successfully taken the job? Looks like there's more to the story about him being sent to the hospital earlier.'

Sulu silently said to himself, and brought up two bottles of chilled beer and a few side dishes. "It's been a while since you've been here. This bottle is on me."

Thanks!

Cheng Feng poured himself a glass, downed it in one gulp, and a very embarrassed expression appeared on his face. "I'm... sigh... too ashamed to face anyone right now."

"What happened?"

Sulu sat down and poured himself a glass.

"They... sigh..." Cheng Feng seemed to have a lot of grievances to vent, and he poured them all out at this moment. "I was just doing... well, something special, in the villa, and then that doctor came... and then, he got all scared and called an ambulance right away. I was perfectly fine, I just passed out... and the worst part is, he didn't even bother to put some clothes on me! Now we've been photographed by tabloid reporters..."

He took off his sunglasses. "If it weren't for a stroke of good fortune, I'd be ready to die. But your place... the decor is quite nice, much more stylish now."

"Thank you all for your kind words..."

Sulu waved his hand. "It's a pity we didn't get to see Master Wang Chaoqun challenge your guild..."

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

Cheng Feng seemed to have thought of something, his face becoming mysterious. "Boss... do you believe in the existence of internal energy?"

He wasn't usually such a careless person, but for some reason, after chatting for a few minutes, he felt that Sulu was a friend he could make closer to.

Besides, even foreigners are sometimes obsessed with internal energy, so what's wrong with talking about it?

"Internal energy? Ancient martial arts?"

Sulu took a sip of hops. "I don't know... maybe."

"Let me tell you..."

Cheng Feng, with a 'I have some juicy information' look on his face, said, 'That Master Wang Chaoqun is a master who has cultivated internal energy!'

"Oh, I see."

Sulu made a surprised expression, but that was about it.

"You don't believe me? Let me tell you, I..."

Cheng Feng was only hypnotized, not turned into an idiot. He looked around and immediately shut up.

"Come on... let's drink!"

Sulu smiled and drank a glass with him before returning to the counter.

What Cheng Feng just said wouldn't matter even if someone overheard it, but Li Weiwei happens to be one of today's customers.

This [Wind Whisperer] was already staring intently at Cheng Feng, pondering everything.

'Judging by this, this place might become a gathering place for mysterious individuals, and even begin to develop into a powerful force...'

Sulu saw Cheng Feng drowning his sorrows in alcohol, drinking until he closed the door and left, and Li Weiwei followed behind him, and couldn't help but smile.

"Big A, you go after him too, but be careful not to get caught on camera!"

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

Cheng Feng had a high alcohol tolerance; even after drinking more, he remained perfectly sober and arrived at a parking lot.

'It's nice to get out and relax once in a while.'

'I'm already a superhuman, possessing internal energy, and have become a [traditional martial artist]. Sigh... hiding it from ordinary people doesn't give me much pleasure...'

He thought to himself with a sorrowful expression.

"Mr. Cheng Feng, please wait a moment."

Just then, a person emerged from the darkness.

He was wearing a black suit, and had handsome features, with some mixed-race characteristics.

Who are you?

Cheng Feng narrowed his eyes; he didn't recognize this person.

"I come from the ' Eye of the Ancient God,' a borderless, friendly cooperative organization serving extraordinary individuals. I would like to invite Mr. Cheng Feng to join us."

The mixed-race person spoke in fluent Mandarin.

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

"Hehe... Mr. Cheng Feng was quite high-profile recently. A little more investigation will reveal everything."

The mixed-race man smiled slightly, exuding an air of arrogance that suggested he had everything under control. "You can call me Robinson. Actually, the person the organization really wants to invite is Mr. Wang Chaoqun. I'll go find him after you join."

What if... I refuse?

Cheng Feng's expression turned cold. "Who do you think you are? You think I'll just join because you tell me to? Don't I have any pride?"

"You are declining an invitation from a distinguished 'new human'."

Robinson's expression was equally cold. "Perhaps you don't know, but we... are different!"

The gold fountain pen he was playing with suddenly levitated, floating in mid-air, its cap twisted open to reveal the nib, like an arrow.

"[Psychic Master]?"

Cheng Feng's expression changed.

After his last dream, he frantically searched for clues and logged into some secret forums, learning the 'truth of the world'.

Knowing that [Psychic Masters] are currently the strongest in combat, no wonder they dare to be so arrogant!