"Yeah, yeah, let’s eat. I’m starving. Got kicked earlier, now I’m even hungrier, damn, it’s bruised too, that guy hit too hard."
Yan Zhicheng lifted his shirt, revealing the bruised spot where he got kicked.
"Also, I guess the five thousand he owes is not coming back." Yan Zhicheng said with a distressed face.
"That’s quite a hit, but it’s just five thousand. Co on, let’s eat first, then go to the clinic for a check-up. Maybe the nurse will help massage you." Mu Rufeng said with a smile.
"Makes sense, haha!" Yan Zhicheng laughed, and then he left the house with Mu Rufeng.
Ten minutes later, they were at a small restaurant, having ordered their dishes and waiting for them to be served.
"Brother Feng, can you help out with sothing tonight?" Yan Zhicheng suddenly asked.
"What kind of help?"
"It’s about this ga match from the other day at the internet café. I agreed to a challenge with my team, counting deaths per match, ten bucks per death, they cancel each other out."
"I missed it yesterday because I overslept, and now I’ve just rescheduled it for tonight. Could you play for ?"
"We split the winnings fifty-fifty." Yan Zhicheng said.
"Sure, I’m fine with it. But if the other side finds out it’s not you playing, won’t they cheat?"
"They might even accuse of cheating." Mu Rufeng said.
"No worries, I’ll live stream in the group. Plus, we’re allowed to bring in substitutes, even professional players if they’re good enough."
"The guy couldn’t beat , so he’s bringing in help this ti too." Yan Zhicheng said.
"Alright, then there’s no problem." Mu Rufeng nodded.
Perfect, I can earn so pocket money.
"Ring, ring~~!" Suddenly, Yan Zhicheng’s phone rang.
"Huh? What? A delivery? I don’t think I ordered anything?"
"Mu Rufeng? Hold on a sec." Yan Zhicheng looked at Mu Rufeng: "Brother Feng, is it your package?"
"Yeah, it’s mine. I used your address and phone number." Mu Rufeng nodded.
Yan Zhicheng nodded and then said, "I’m at Luck Restaurant, second shop counting left from the community gate, bring it over here."
Yan Zhicheng hung up and then asked Mu Rufeng, "Brother Feng, did you buy sothing? How do you know my number? Why didn’t you use your own?"
"Yeah, got so things. Didn’t have my phone with , so I used yours seeing it was on your desk." Mu Rufeng replied.
"Oh, I see. But you went out without your phone, looks like you really upset your girlfriend. But is staying out really okay?" Yan Zhicheng said.
"It’s not my girlfriend, it’s my mom. She’s pressuring to get married, I wouldn’t, she even smashed my phone, so I left." Mu Rufeng said.
"Brother Feng, you’re only 25, right? Why such urgency? Smashed your phone even?" Yan Zhicheng said in surprise.
"Haha, my mom’s been pressuring since I graduated college. Didn’t allow dating when I was studying, now wants married imdiately after graduation." Mu Rufeng sighed.
"That’s really tough." Yan Zhicheng patted Mu Rufeng on the shoulder.
Just then, a courier walked in holding a parcel the size of a docunt folder.
"Here, over here." Mu Rufeng imdiately waved his hand.
"What is it? Docunts?" Yan Zhicheng asked, looking at the docunt packaging of the parcel.
"No, it’s my ID card. I left without it, so I ordered a replacent online. Got here in a day." Mu Rufeng said as he opened it and took out an ID card.
"Let see. Brother Feng, you’re from Xingsha too? I’m also from Xingsha." Yan Zhicheng exclaid.
"Yeah." Mu Rufeng smiled slightly.
Yan Zhicheng was a local here.
Mu Rufeng had set up a local identity for himself. As for accent and dialect, it wasn’t an issue.
After all, Mu Rufeng and Yan Zhicheng spoke in the local Changsha dialect.
Having lived in Changsha for so many years, plus his strong learning ability, he had already mastered the local tongue.
"Great, I have an old phone at ho. It’s a bit slow, but still good enough for calls and reading novels." Yan Zhicheng said.
"Sure, thanks. Let’s eat, the food’s here." Mu Rufeng thanked him.
...
anwhile, Dragon Group mbers brought the unconscious Wang Ke to the group’s base.
This seed to be an interrogation room, with a table and two people sitting in front of it.
Facing them was Wang Ke.
Now, Wang Ke was locked onto an iron chair, his neck, hands, feet, and waist securely fastened with steel clamps.
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