Transcendent Dawn

early morning.

Sulu was biting a bun, wondering if he was going to watch the excitement today, when he suddenly came across a piece of local news on his phone.

""Famous Young Entrepreneurs in This City Sent to Hospital Due to Food Poisoning"!"

Compared with paper newspapers, online news has a stronger scandal attribute, and it is more daring to break the news in order to gain attention.

"It is reported that... when Cheng Feng himself was carried into the ambulance, his demeanor was extremely indecent. It seems that..."

Next to it, there is also a mosaic photo, which is infinitely imaginative.

Even Sulu was a little surprised: "What did he do?"

Because the photo was too blurry, he didn't see the mysterious runes on Cheng Feng's body, otherwise everything would be clear.

...

Seven days later.

The renovated 'Late Night Canteen' reopens.

The newly renovated Baijing restaurant has added partitions and murals, making it look more stylish, like a casual bar, with various drinks on the counter.

As for the business hours, it was changed to 9:00 p.m. to 11:00 p.m.

"I don't stay up late, I stayed up late and died suddenly once before, and I will never come again."

Sulu said to himself.

Anyway, people who really eat are unlikely to choose this point.

The impact of this is that the number of customers is further reduced. Of course, there are also some new audiences, such as those who want to eat late at night.

He just opened his business normally, listening to the drinkers chatting about the messy news, and occasionally feeding the crows.

It's not that I don't want to move, but that the level of spiritual recovery is too low, and I can't do anything I want.

Even Li Weiwei, as far as he knows, hasn't quit his job, and is still working hard every day as an office worker.

It seems that a lot of exercises have been added, and my skills should be more flexible recently.

"Boss, have a bottle of beer, and some casual snacks."

This night.

A young man wearing sunglasses walked into the store and said.

"Oh?"

Sulu glanced at him and smiled even wider: "Okay!"

He recognized him. This person was a regular customer, Cheng Feng, who was reported to be hospitalized due to food poisoning!

‘This guy…has successfully taken office? It seems that there is something inside about being sent to the hospital before. '

Sulu said silently in his heart, and sent two bottles of cold beer and a few side dishes: "You haven't come for a while, I'll treat you to this bottle of wine."

"Thanks!"

Cheng Feng poured himself a glass, swallowed it down in one gulp, with a very embarrassing expression on his face: "Now I... oh... I don't have the face to face people."

"What happened?"

Sulu sat down and poured himself a glass.

"They... oh..." Cheng Feng seemed to be full of bitterness,

At this time, I vented out: "I was just doing... um, special things in the villa, and the doctor came... Come on, come on, I was so scared that I called an ambulance directly. I'm fine, I just passed out... More importantly, I don't know how to put on my clothes! I was photographed by a tabloid reporter..."

He took off his sunglasses: "If it hadn't been a blessing in disguise, I would have wanted to die. But your place...is well decorated, with a lot of style."

"Thank you for your love..."

Su Lu waved his hand: "It's a pity that I didn't see Master Wang Chaoqun challenge your guild hall..."

"It's not a pity, it's not a pity! Master Wang...that's a real skill."

Cheng Feng seemed to think of something, and his face became mysterious: "Boss...do you believe in the existence of internal power?"

He wasn't such a careless person originally, but for some reason, after chatting for a few words, he felt that Sulu was a close friend.

Moreover, foreigners are still obsessed with such things as internal strength, so what's the point of talking about it?

"Inner strength? Ancient martial arts?"

Sulu took a sip of the hops: "I don't know... Maybe there is."

"Tell you……"

Cheng Feng had an expression of "I have strong information" on his face: "That Wang Chaoqun, Master Wang, is a master who has cultivated internal strength!"

"Oh, it turned out to be like this."

Sulu made a surprised expression, but that was all.

"If you don't believe me, let me tell you, I..."

Cheng Feng was just hypnotized, not turned into a fool. He looked around and shut up immediately.

"Come here... drink and drink."

Sulu accompanied him to have a drink with a smile, and returned to the counter.

What Cheng Feng said just now, even if it was overheard, it's nothing, but Li Weiwei happened to be among the customers today.

This [Wind Talker] was already staring at Cheng Feng, thinking about everything.

"Look at this, maybe my place will become a gathering place for mysterious people, and there is a rudimentary form of developing into a force..."

Su Lu couldn't help smiling when he saw Cheng Feng drank his sorrows with wine, drank until the door was closed and left, and behind him, Li Weiwei followed.

"Ada, you also follow, be careful, don't be photographed by the probe!"

In the darkness, the sound of flapping wings was fleeting.

...

Cheng Feng has a good capacity for alcohol, even though he yelled some more later, he was still very sober and came to a parking lot.

‘It’s good to come out and relax once in a while. '

‘I’m already an extraordinary person, possessing inner strength, and becoming an [Ancient Warrior], alas… hiding from ordinary people doesn’t give me much pleasure…’

he thought sadly.

"Mr. Cheng Feng, please wait a moment."

At this moment, a person came out from the darkness.

He was wearing a black suit, with handsome features and some features of a mixed race.

"Who are you?"

Cheng Feng narrowed his eyes, he didn't recognize this person.

"I am from the 'Eye of the Ancient God', a borderless friendly cooperation organization serving extraordinary people. I would like to invite Mr. Cheng Feng to join us."

The mixed-race man spoke in fluent Mandarin.

"You... know my extraordinary identity?" Cheng Feng's pupils shrank.

"Hehe...Mr. Cheng Feng was a bit high-profile some time ago, if you investigate again, you will know everything."

The mixed-race man smiled slightly, giving off a proud air of being in control of everything: "You can call me Mr. Robinson. In fact, the one the organization really wants to invite is Mr. Wang Chaoqun. After you join, I'll go find him."

"What if... I refuse?"

Cheng Feng's expression turned cold: "What are you? If you let me join, I'll join. I don't want to lose face?"

"You are rejecting the invitation of a distinguished 'new human being'."

Robinson's expression was equally cold: "Maybe you don't know yet, we... are different!"

The golden pen he was playing with in his hand suddenly levitated and floated in the air. The cap of the pen was unscrewed to reveal the tip of the pen, like an arrow.

"[Psychic Master]?"

Cheng Feng's expression changed.

After the last dream, he frantically searched for clues, and naturally logged into some secret forums, knowing the 'truth of the world'.

Knowing that at the current stage, [Psychic Master] is the number one combat power, no wonder he dares to be so inflated!