Worry

The following evening.

The rooftop restaurant on the hotel's rooftop.

A waiter wearing a dark patterned vest approached with a leather menu in hand, bowing slightly.

"Mr. Shen, Ms. Le, tonight the chef has prepared a special truffle-themed tasting menu."

He gracefully unfolded the menu:

"Start with appetizers, such as white truffle crisps with sea urchin mousse, or black truffle foie gras with brioche."

"Bring both of these. Also," Le Gu Nan asked the waiter, "What's the main course tonight?"

"Tonight's main course is Australian Mayura Station Wagyu beef, served with freshly sliced Alba white truffles and blue lobster tail with truffle cream sauce," the waiter replied.

Le Gu Nan thought for a moment, then said softly, "The Wagyu beef should be rare, the lobster medium-rare, and the side dishes should be truffle-baked potatoes and seasonal vegetables..."

Shen Heng listened to the sounds of people ordering food beside him, his gaze calmly fixed on the city below.

The lights were still shining everywhere, but there was much less traffic on the roads at this time compared to earlier.

They are still waiting, waiting for the Longzhou Supervision Bureau to be ready.

To ensure that the Golden Rat is attracted without arousing its suspicion.

The Longzhou Supervision Bureau specially arranged several vehicles today to transport a portion of the gold from the vault out.

Then, when there are fewer people at night, have Zhou Le'an use his abilities on the gold to amplify its influence on the Golden Rat.

Afterwards, these vehicles transported the gold in batches along different roads to the Longzhou People's Bank.

If lured in, the Golden Rat should follow one of the vehicles to the underground vault.

Shen Heng withdrew his gaze and looked at Le Gu Nan.

At this point, Le Gu Nan had finished ordering and was giving final instructions.

"We might have a slightly larger appetite than usual, so could you please have the chef prepare 20 servings per person, and serve one serving every now and then?"

Upon hearing that the food would be prepared in portions of 20 per person, the waiter paused almost imperceptibly.

He glanced at the two young guests, then seemed to understand something, and nodded:

"I understand, but there might not be enough leftover ingredients for that many servings!"

"We can have the head chef help us change it, just make sure it tastes the same as before," Le Gu Nan said softly.

"Okay, I understand!"

The waiter nodded in agreement and then left.

After a while, the food was placed on a food cart and pushed up.

Shen Heng cut off a piece of meat, then forked the steak, which still contained myoglobin, and put it in his mouth.

The gravy, infused with the aroma of truffles, bursts in your mouth, followed by the delicate fat melting away.

"Shall we head straight there after we finish eating?" Le Gu Nan asked.

"Well, although the agreed time is twelve o'clock, it's better to arrive a little earlier to avoid any unexpected situations," Shen Heng replied while cutting his steak.

Le Gu Nan nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "But will this really attract the Golden Rat?"

Shen Heng paused in his actions, then looked up at Le Gu Nan.

What are you worried about?

Le Gu Nan said softly, "Judging from their explanation last night, this Golden Rat is obviously very intelligent, and they have already tried to hunt it down several times before. I'm worried that the Golden Rat might not come this time."

Shen Heng pondered for a moment, then resumed his movements.

"We can't rule out that possibility, but it's just speculation. The plan has already begun, so let's proceed with it for now. If they really don't come, we'll think of other methods."

Le Gu Nan nodded slightly.

"By the way, how long will it take for your abilities to recover?" Shen Heng asked.

"It will probably take another eleven or twelve days," Le Gu Nan replied.

"I'd like to trouble you to pretend to be a doctor and help me evenly apply the Lung Crystal to my mother's respiratory tract," Shen Heng said.

"Why pretend to be a doctor?" Le Gu Nan asked Shen Heng with a puzzled look.

"I didn't tell them I was from the Supervision Bureau; if I had, they would have just been worried," Shen Heng replied.

"Oh, okay." Le Gu Nan nodded. "So, that means I can't use my abilities in front of Auntie either?"

"Um."

"That's not a problem, but..."

"But what?"

"If I say I'm a doctor who can treat Weak Breath Disease, will Auntie believe me?" Le Gu Nan looked at Shen Heng with some uncertainty.

Upon hearing this, Shen Heng couldn't help but look towards Le Gu Nan.

The warm yellow light shone down, revealing her profile, which was far from mature.

Hmm, that is indeed a problem. Should we get a doctor who seems more qualified to fill in?

The waiter brought out new food, and the two chatted as they ate.

At one moment, Shen Heng's ears twitched slightly, and he clearly caught the conversation of a group of young people at a table ten meters away.

"I really felt it!" A young man with dyed blond hair gestured excitedly to his companion, "The Origin Power is like that, scattered in the air, little shimmering white specks of light."

"Cheng Mo, that's enough, stop bragging," the blond youth's companion laughed. "What you're saying has been talked about to death online; who doesn't know that Origin Power is like that now?!"

The other companions nearby couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Then what will it take for you to believe me?" Cheng Mo's face darkened.

"Let me think about it."

The boy who had just spoken looked up and thought for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea.

"Just prove it to us. It's all over the internet. Origin Power can do many things that normal people can't."

"I've only just sensed the Origin Power; I'm not even a prospective martial artist yet. What can I possibly do?!"

"Hehe..."

"You..." Cheng Mo's face turned bright red, but he was helpless.

"I saw someone on the Martial Artist Forum say that even someone who has just sensed the Origin Power Origin Power can affect small objects if they inhale even a trace of it." A boy pushed up his glasses.

"How is it?" Everyone looked at Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo gritted his teeth, "Fine, I'll try! But what will I use to try it?"

"Use this." The short-haired girl placed a coin on the table. "Try using your Origin Power to make it move."

Cheng Mo, not understanding why, pressed his hand on the coin and began to try it out.

On the other side, Shen Heng slightly shifted his gaze and looked over there.

Cheng Mo was pressing the coin, his face gradually turning red.

However, the coin showed no sign of shaking at all.

but...

Shen Heng closed his eyes, then gently raised them again.

In my field of vision, there was indeed a faint trace of Origin Power clinging to the coin. I tried shaking the coin.

However, this attempt was thwarted by the hand pressing on the coin.