"Alright, let's go then."
Yang Feng nodded. He was exhausted after a long day. Although he didn't need to replenish his energy, his stomach still felt a little flat.
After hearing Yang Feng's agreement, the latter drove off, taking his six henchmen with him to enjoy a late-night snack.
Yang Feng got into the Maserati and drove off quickly, following closely behind Heng Qing's group of cars.
Arriving at this late-night snack shop in the bustling city, the space is about 100 square meters. The walls are decorated in a modern style, with various barbecue items and their origins engraved on them.
There are also many tables and chairs set up at the entrance of the store, and the atmosphere for having late-night snacks is to eat barbecue and drink beer outside, which is really great.
Yang Feng and Heng Qing and the others chose a spot inside and sat down casually.
"Welcome, what would you like to order?" At this moment, the new waitress stepped forward and asked with a faint smile.
"I want twenty skewers of grilled kidneys, twenty skewers of chicken wings, twenty skewers of chicken cartilage skewers, one hundred skewers of lamb, and a case of beer."
Xiao Xiang smiled faintly and slowly spoke to the waitress.
"Okay, no problem."
This new waitress has a very good eye; she can tell that their clothes are all expensive business suits, and even their business-style British leather shoes probably cost thousands of yuan.
Soon, one barbecue dish after another was served. Yang Feng and Heng Qing and the others weren't too embarrassed, since they were all old acquaintances now, so they picked up the skewers and started eating.
Finally, Yang Feng pulled two tissues from the tissue box on the table to wipe his greasy lips. Suddenly, he thought of something and called the waiter over, asking him to pack two more servings of chicken cartilage skewers and some chicken skewers.
These are naturally meant to be taken back to Shilan's wife for her to eat later.
"The taste is not bad. If these Chinese herbs were added, the taste would be even better, and it would also make the barbecue, which originally had little nutritional value, a healthy and delicious food."
As he spoke, Yang Feng took out a piece of white paper from his body, and then used the fountain pen he carried with him to write words on it in a flamboyant style before placing it in front of Heng Qing.
"This...Young Master Yang, is this really possible? I've never heard of barbecue being able to become a healthy and delicious food. Isn't barbecue just for enjoyment?"
Hengqing picked up the white paper on the table, looked at the various Chinese herbs on it, and counted about eighteen kinds. He asked in confusion.
Barbecued food is not very healthy, and frequent consumption may increase the risk of cancer.
"In short, we can first invite some staff who can brew Chinese herbal medicine, and then put the barbecue into these brewed herbs and let it steep for half an hour. You can try it. I guarantee that business will be even better than before."
A slight smile appeared on Yang Feng's lips as he spoke.
Upon hearing that the business would reach new heights, Hengqing's eyes flashed with surprise. He hadn't expected that Young Master Yang was not only a man of great martial arts prowess, but also knowledgeable about traditional Chinese medicine. He was truly a genius.
"Okay, I understand, Young Master Yang. We will have someone go to the pharmacy to purchase these medicines tomorrow."
Hengqing carefully put the herbal medicine formula into his clothes and said earnestly that he still had great faith in Yang Feng, and that this man was indeed too strong.
Immediately, he waved to the waiter and called out:
"Waiter, the bill, please."
Since they were just there for a late-night snack and were conducting an undercover investigation, they decided not to reveal their identities.
"Okay, sir, that's two hundred and ten yuan in total." The waitress said, calculating the number of barbecue items on the plate.
After paying the bill, Yang Feng and Heng Qing quietly left the late-night snack shop and headed towards the parked cars not far away.
The parking area was relatively quiet.
The faint sound of a woman crying for help reached their ears, causing Yang Feng and Heng Qing to pause slightly.
Their hearing is amazing; they can tell that the sound is coming from in front of them.
I happened to be passing by when I saw three burly men with tattoos on their bodies holding a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old hostage.
"Help! Let me go! Don't touch me! Get out!"
"Little beauty, what are you yelling about? Little Knife, stuff something in her mouth and don't let her make a sound. The three of us brothers are in for a treat tonight. Look at her rosy cheeks, those white thighs..."
"Okay, big brother, watch me!"
"Behave yourself! Look at how fresh and lovely you are..."
Hearing the three gruff voices, Yang Feng smiled coldly, put his hands in his pockets, and walked past as if nothing had happened.
The girl, who was being held hostage, saw someone passing by and immediately began screaming for help at the top of her lungs:
"Help! Help!"
However, Yang Feng completely ignored her, as if she had nothing to do with him. It is one's duty not to help others when one sees them on the road, but it is a matter of kindness to lend a hand. He and she did not know each other, and besides, his divine sense had already sensed the presence of other people around.
He simply turned his head, glanced at the Hengqing group following closely behind him, and said indifferently, "Are those three people our men?"
"It doesn't seem like that. Our Orchid Association is very strict now, so it's impossible for such a kidnapping to happen."
Hengqing shook his head. He had established various rules for the Orchid Society, and he would never do anything immoral or immoral, otherwise he would die a terrible death.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng nodded indifferently and casually replied:
"oh."
Suddenly, Xiao Xiang, who was behind Heng Qing, couldn't stand it anymore. He couldn't bear the thought of someone kidnapping a girl in front of him, especially a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who was still in high school. He felt a surge of anger.
"Young Master Yang, Brother Qing, I want to go help that girl!"
"Oh? Are you sure..."