Chapter 8

"Relax, we won't be fired," Lan Feng said, looking at the worried expression on Cheng Xiaohan's face, trying to reassure her.

"How do you know?" Cheng Xiaohan's mood improved a lot, and she looked at Lan Feng with curiosity.

"Have you forgotten how I got in? Don't worry, my connections are very strong," Lan Feng said with a smile.

"But... if your connections are really that strong, why were you assigned to our group?" Cheng Xiaohan asked, puzzled.

"About that..." Lan Feng found it hard to explain.

At that moment, Cheng Fei and the others, who had stormed out in anger, returned with their heads hanging low, not saying a word as they sat back down.

As for Wen Xiang, after giving Lan Feng and Cheng Xiaohan a cold look, he walked straight to his office without saying a word.

When everyone saw Wen Xiang, who had made such a fierce threat, return without a word, they were filled with shock, and their gazes towards Lan Feng became very interesting.

Wen Xiang was someone who would never let a slight go unpunished, yet he was now holding his breath and swallowing his anger?

Didn't they just go to the HR department?

The HR manager was Wen Xiang's uncle; could it be that he couldn't do anything about Lan Feng?

What kind of background does Lan Feng have?

Or was the HR manager not there?

Everyone was filled with doubts and endless speculation.

Lan Feng, however, was completely relieved. It seemed that the letter had worked, even though Yang Xiaomei hadn't read it at the time.

"Now you can relax, right? We really won't be fired," Lan Feng said with a smile.

"Um..." Cheng Xiaohan nodded excitedly.

Until the end of the workday, no one from HR came to announce Lan Feng's dismissal.

"Lan Feng, thank you. To show my gratitude, I'll treat you to dinner tonight," Cheng Xiaohan said at the company gate.

"Alright!"

Lan Feng hesitated for a moment and nodded. He hadn't been back to Su Hai for a long time and had no friends here, so he was indeed quite bored.

"Great!" Cheng Xiaohan said excitedly, "Let's go then."

After a half-hour ride on bus 420, a twenty-minute ride on bus 608, and a ten-minute walk down a small road, Cheng Xiaohan led Lan Feng to a somewhat dilapidated noodle shop at the end of a long alley.

"Phew, finally here. This is the place."

Standing in front of the noodle shop, Cheng Xiaohan let out a long sigh and smiled.

"Cheng Xiaohan, you're treating me to dinner here?" Looking at the dilapidated noodle shop, Lan Feng was speechless. After nearly an hour on the bus, they had come to this place?

"Um, Lan Feng, although it looks a bit old, the taste is really good, really, I'm not lying to you," Cheng Xiaohan said, lowering her head, a bit embarrassed, as if she knew what Lan Feng was thinking.

"Since you say so, what are we waiting for..." Lan Feng smiled and walked into the noodle shop, looking eager.

The noodle shop was small, with only four tables, three of which were already occupied. The owner was a middle-aged man who was very kind and friendly.

"Good thing we came early, or we wouldn't have a seat later."

Sitting at the last table, Cheng Xiaohan let out a long sigh and called out, "Boss, two bowls of special beef noodles, please."

"Coming right up..."

"Do you often eat here?" Lan Feng asked, smiling at Cheng Xiaohan's excited expression.

"Not really... I only come here once every two months," Cheng Xiaohan said, lowering her head, a bit embarrassed. "But the noodles here are really delicious, and many rich people drive here to eat."

"The last time I came here, I even ran into our company's President Su."

Leaving the office, Cheng Xiaohan became much more lively.

"President Su? Which President Su?" Lan Feng asked, puzzled.

"Our company's president, Su Hanyan," Cheng Xiaohan said with a smile.

Hearing the name Su Hanyan, Lan Feng's eyes lit up. "Is she beautiful?"

"Of course, don't you know? President Su is the top beauty in the entire Su Hai business world," Cheng Xiaohan said, envious. "There are so many people pursuing her. On Valentine's Day, the gifts and love letters she receives fill several trucks..."

"Phew!"

Hearing Cheng Xiaohan's words, Lan Feng let out a long sigh, relieved that he hadn't been tricked by those old guys.

"Lan Feng, where are you from?"

"From the Earth in the Solar System of the Milky Way Galaxy."

"Noodles are here..."

As they were chatting, two steaming bowls of beef noodles were brought to the table, emitting a rich aroma.

"Let's eat..." Cheng Xiaohan said excitedly, "It smells so good. Try it and see if it's delicious."

Lan Feng nodded, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite. A moment later, he exclaimed, "It's delicious! I've never had such delicious noodles before."

"Then I'm relieved..." Cheng Xiaohan smiled and started eating as well.

"Boss, another bowl of special beef noodles for me!"

In less than three minutes, Lan Feng had finished his bowl, while Cheng Xiaohan had only eaten a fifth of hers.

"Huh?" Hearing Lan Feng's words, Cheng Xiaohan was a bit surprised.

"What? You invited me to dinner, and you won't let me eat my fill?" Lan Feng teased.

"No... no..." Cheng Xiaohan's face turned red, and she shook her head quickly.

A moment later, another bowl of noodles was brought to the table.

Lan Feng ate three bowls of noodles before he let out a satisfied burp.

"Are you full?" Cheng Xiaohan asked cautiously.

Lan Feng nodded. "This is the most satisfying meal I've had in years."

"Phew!" Cheng Xiaohan let out a long sigh of relief. "Boss, the bill, please."

"Sixty yuan in total."

Cheng Xiaohan took out her crumpled wallet, paid the bill with a pained and reluctant expression, and would have to live on porridge for the next week.

After paying, the two walked back along the alley.

Suddenly, Lan Feng's gaze sharpened.

Ahead, dozens of thugs had surrounded a woman in a white dress with a stunning figure and a face that could topple cities.

Beside the woman lay two men in suits, likely her bodyguards.

"Lan Feng, let's go back and take another route."

Seeing this, Cheng Xiaohan, a bit scared, clung to Lan Feng's arm.

"Okay."

Looking at the woman's back, Lan Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of recognition. The back looked somewhat familiar, but with Cheng Xiaohan there, he didn't want to get involved. He pulled Cheng Xiaohan and turned back.

"You're out of luck, you just happened to run into us doing business, so you can't leave!"

Just as Lan Feng turned, he found their retreat blocked. A dozen thugs had emerged from the side streets, forming a circle to prevent the woman from escaping, and Lan Feng and Cheng Xiaohan were trapped inside.

"Hey, a cute little beauty, tsk tsk, kid, you're lucky."

The leader, a yellow-haired thug, said with a playful tone.

"Brothers, kill the man, and we can't let this secret leak. As for the woman, take her back and have some fun," the yellow-haired thug said with a grin.

Cheng Xiaohan was frightened by the yellow-haired thug's words and instinctively hid behind Lan Feng.

As the yellow-haired thug finished speaking, several thugs rushed forward, fists raised, aiming at Lan Feng.

"Cheng Xiaohan, don't be afraid, step back, I'll handle this!"

Lan Feng let out a cold snort, dodged the thugs' attacks, and in one step, his right leg in a bow stance, his arms spread wide, he slammed into the thugs with terrifying force.

"Bang..."

The thugs were sent flying back several steps by the force.

"Hey, you've got some moves. Brothers, attack together."

The yellow-haired thug lit a cigarette, pulled out a machete from his waist, and swung it at Lan Feng, followed by the others.

Lan Feng lunged forward, leaping over a meter high, and kicked out with his right leg like a bull's hoof.

"Bang bang bang..."

The thugs rushing at Lan Feng didn't expect him to jump so high. As their attacks missed, Lan Feng's feet, hard like a bull's hooves, kicked them.

In just one exchange, several thugs were lying on the ground, groaning.

"Damn, you're asking for it." Just as Lan Feng landed, the yellow-haired thug swung his machete at him.

Without looking, Lan Feng delivered a beautiful side kick, his right leg like a whip, striking the yellow-haired thug's wrist.

"Clang..."

The yellow-haired thug's machete fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

Lan Feng spun gracefully, his right leg as the pivot, and his left leg like a whip, striking the yellow-haired thug's face.

The yellow-haired thug's body flew like a broken kite, crashing into the crowd and knocking down the uninjured thugs.

With that, all the thugs led by the yellow-haired thug were taken down.

"Kid, you're good, but you've messed with the wrong people!"

A calm voice came from behind Lan Feng, making his face change.

A man with white hair, a cigar in his mouth, held a sharp knife to Cheng Xiaohan's neck, clearly having rushed over from the alley. "If you don't want her to get hurt, kneel down and cripple yourself."

"Cheng Xiaohan, don't worry about me, run," Cheng Xiaohan shouted, finding some courage.

However, Lan Feng shook his head, his gaze cold. "I'll give you one chance. Let her go, cripple yourself, and I'll let you go."

"Haha... are you joking? I'm White Wolf, and your friend is in my hands."

White Wolf took a drag from his cigar and said calmly.

"Then you die!"

Lan Feng's eyes flashed with a killing intent. He lightly touched his bracelet, and a silver needle appeared in his hand.

In the next moment, Lan Feng flicked his finger, and White Wolf saw a flash of silver before a needle pierced his neck.

The cigar-smoking White Wolf suddenly froze, and in the shocked gazes of the yellow-haired thug and the others, he fell to the ground, lifeless. A silver needle appeared in his neck.

This bizarre scene terrified the yellow-haired thug and the others, who dared not move, cold sweat pouring down their foreheads.

After all, White Wolf was the fourth strongest in their Black Wolf Gang, and he had just been taken out so bizarrely?

"Cheng Xiaohan, are you okay?" Lan Feng walked over to Cheng Xiaohan and asked softly.

"I'm fine," Cheng Xiaohan shook her head, her gaze filled with gratitude. "Thank you for saving me again."

"Since you're fine, let's go," Lan Feng said calmly.

Hearing this, Cheng Xiaohan hesitated for a moment and said, "Lan Feng, I saw the woman's profile just now. It... it looks like President Su."

"What? That woman is Su Hanyan?" Lan Feng's face changed.

"It looks like it," Cheng Xiaohan said softly.

"Oh no!" Lan Feng looked back, but the group had already disappeared, and his face turned extremely grim.

He picked up White Wolf from the ground, removed the silver needle, and stabbed it into the back of his head, waking him up. "If you don't want to die, answer me honestly. Was the woman you took just now the billionaire CEO, Su Hanyan?"

White Wolf felt weak all over, as if he had just died and come back to life, with no feeling in his hands. His gaze was filled with fear as he nodded. "Yes."

"Where did your people take her?" Lan Feng's expression was cold.

"I told them to take her to the Green Intent Bar to see Brother Leopard," White Wolf said in a low voice.

"You... you'd better let me go, I'm from the Black Wolf Gang..."

"Bang!"

Before White Wolf could finish, Lan Feng punched him unconscious and pulled Cheng Xiaohan towards the Green Intent Bar.