I Don't Know Them Well

Lu Feng casually took out thirty-eight Origin Crystal from his storage bag and handed them over.

The servant took it with both hands, his face beaming as if he had found a bag of gold ingots, and ran out happily.

The commission from this one deal is probably equivalent to his monthly income.

The food was served very quickly.

First came a plate of crystal pork knuckle, then a pot of osmanthus wine, and then other dishes were brought in one after another.

At first, Su Ying pretended to eat slowly and carefully, but as soon as the servant left, she immediately revealed her true colors, rolled up her sleeves, and ate the meat in big bites, until her mouth was covered in oil.

Lu Feng didn't stand on ceremony and ate quickly with his chopsticks.

The food at Drunken Immortal House was indeed excellent. Not only was the spirit beast meat tender, but the seasonings were also meticulously prepared, making it far superior to any restaurant he had eaten at in Lin'an City.

By the time Lu Feng put down his chopsticks, he was already stuffed.

"It was definitely worth spending thirty-eight Origin Crystal." Lu Feng leaned back in his chair and said with satisfaction.

"Waiter!"

Su Ying suddenly called out towards the door.

The servant hurriedly pushed open the door and came in, his face beaming with smiles. "Is there anything else you need, esteemed guest?"

"Where's my braised venison with scallions? Why hasn't it been served yet?" Su Ying tapped the table with her chopsticks.

Lu Feng glanced down at it.

There are seven empty plates; one plate is indeed missing.

If Su Ying hadn't pointed it out, he really wouldn't have noticed.

The servant's face visibly changed, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Yes, esteemed guest, the kitchen is preparing it, it will be here shortly, very shortly..."

"Immediately?"

Su Ying's eyes turned cold.

"I know better than you how long it takes to cook braised venison with scallions. It should have been served long ago. You're not telling the truth."

The servant's legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling with sobs:

"Yes... yes, I was carrying dishes down the corridor when a guest in another private room on the second floor saw me."

"They... they just robbed it! I... I couldn't stop them!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Su Ying said "good" three times in a row.

"How dare you steal my food. Very well."

She stood up and lifted the servant off the ground.

"Which room? Lead the way."

The servant dared not disobey, and pointed tremblingly towards the end of the corridor:

"Room No. 3, Class A..."

Su Ying tossed him aside and strode outside.

At this moment, inside room number three of building A.

The man with a large mole on his face was pouring wine for Lin Jingfeng attentively, while the other three sat beside him, all with fawning smiles on their faces.

The table was laden with dishes, with the braised deer meat with scallions right in the center.

"Brother Lin! Congratulations on taking fourth place in the competition! Come on, let me toast you!"

"Brother Lin, you've really brought honor to Dongcheng this time! Come on, try this braised deer meat with scallions, it's the signature dish of Drunken Immortal House, you can't get a table without booking in advance!"

Lin Jingfeng picked up a piece of venison, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad. The taste is indeed good."

After a few drinks, Lin Jingfeng became more talkative, and a hint of alcohol appeared on his face.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, the man with the large mole winked at the three people next to him, then put down his chopsticks and put on a resentful look.

"Brother Lin, there's something I need to tell you. We went to the Hundred Treasures Pavilion today, intending to buy you some nice things as a token of our appreciation."

"They found a batch of Bone-Tempering Sand they liked, and had even negotiated a price, but two people intervened and snatched it all away."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Lin Jingfeng put down his wine glass, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"That's not all!"

Seeing that Lin Jingfeng had reacted, the man with the large mole quickly added fuel to the fire.

"I mentioned your name, thinking I'd at least give you some face. But those two said, 'Who does Lin Jingfeng think he is?'"

Lin Jingfeng's gaze darkened.

He just came in fourth place in the competition, which is when he cares most about his reputation.

He slowly put down his chopsticks, his tone turning colder:

"Who said that? Where is he? I'll get justice for you."

Upon hearing this, all four couldn't hide their joy.

"Brother Lin, the other party is in the market; they can't escape anytime soon. Let's eat first!"

At that very moment!

"Boom!"

The door was kicked open.

The loud noise made the whole table jump, the wine glasses overturned, and the wine spilled all over the table.

Su Ying stood at the doorway, her gaze sweeping around the room before finally settling on the plate with only a few slices of venison left.

"It was you who ate my braised deer meat with scallions?"

Su Ying's voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to carry a chill.

The man with the large mole was taken aback at first, but when he saw who it was, the panic on his face instantly turned into ecstasy.

He suddenly stood up, pointed at Su Ying and Lu Feng, and said to Lin Jingfeng:

"Brother Lin! It's them! These two stole your Bone-Tempering Sand!"

The moment Lin Jingfeng saw Su Ying and Lu Feng, he sobered up halfway.

What brings you here?

"You'll have to ask your good brothers."

Su Ying coldly glanced at the four people.

"They robbed us of the braised venison with scallions we ordered."

Lin Jingfeng turned to look at the four people.

The man with the large mole was still shouting, completely oblivious to Lin Jingfeng's changed expression:

"Brother Lin! They're lying! We clearly ordered the venison first! I think they're just deliberately trying to cause trouble!"

"That's right! Do you know who's standing in front of you? Brother Lin Jingfeng! The fourth place winner in this Five-City Grand Competition!"

"If you know what's good for you, hand over the Bone-Tempering Sand right now and apologize to Brother Lin. Otherwise, once Brother Lin makes his move, you won't even have time to cry!"

The man with the large mole got more and more excited as he spoke, and the three people behind him straightened their backs, looking like they were doomed.

"Stop talking!"

Lin Jingfeng slammed his hand on the table, startling all four of them.

"I don't know you guys. Don't drag me into your petty squabbles."

"Brother Lin, what are you saying?"

The man with the large mole froze, his smug expression frozen in place.

We're all doing this to avenge you!

Lin Jingfeng ignored him and turned to Su Ying and Lu Feng, forcing a few forced smiles:

"Gentlemen, I truly knew nothing about this. It's all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

Su Ying crossed her arms and looked at him.

"Lin Jingfeng, do you even believe what you're saying?"

Lin Jingfeng's breath hitched, his eyes darting quickly between the four people and the doorway, as if he had suddenly made a decision.

He turned to face the four men, and with a flick of his right hand across his storage bag, a long sword appeared in his grasp.

A flash of sword light.

"Ah!"

Lin Jingfeng moved with lightning speed; his sword flashed among the four men, and all four arms fell to the ground with a thud.

The four men trembled with pain, but they gritted their teeth and dared not make a sound.

Lin Jingfeng shook the blood off his sword, casually sheathed it, and looked back at Su Ying and Lu Feng.

"Now you two believe me, right?"

Lu Feng was somewhat surprised.

He knew Lin Jingfeng was ruthless, but he didn't expect him to be this ruthless.

Before he could even finish speaking, he chopped off all four of his arms.

Su Ying's gaze lingered on the severed arm on the ground for a moment before shifting away.

She said nothing, turned and left, with Lu Feng following behind.