The next day, Xia Wenxue opened her eyes and felt a warmth in her heart as she found herself lying on the bed.

Last night, it seemed that in a hazy state, Ren Feng had carried her to bed.

After washing up, changing clothes, and going downstairs, she saw Ren Feng and Mr. Yun sitting at the dining table having breakfast.

"Oh, Xue'xue, you're up," Ren Feng's face was all smiles as he saw Xia Wenxue coming down.

Xia Wenxue came down, and Ren Feng immediately stood up with enthusiasm, very gentlemanly holding her hand and guiding her to the table, even pulling out a chair for her.

"Why are you so enthusiastic?" Xia Wenxue's lips curled slightly, clearly in a good mood.

Ren Feng was all smiles: "Xue'xue, how can I not be enthusiastic towards you? You waited up so late last night, next time don't wait, just go to sleep."

Xia Wenxue blinked: "Who waited for you? I didn't wait for you at all."

"It's okay, I'm thick-skinned, I think you waited for me and that's good enough."

Ren Feng sat down cheerfully and began to diligently serve Xia Wenxue breakfast.

"Xue'xue, this bun is pretty good, Mr. Yun bought it, he has good taste in this matter."

"Xue'xue, drink more millet porridge, it's good for your health. Mr. Yun's cooking skills aren't great, but it's passable, just make do."

Mr. Yun, who was eating breakfast on the side, twitched the corner of his mouth. Well, he was used to it, this was Ren Feng's daily banter.

Xia Wenxue couldn't help but smile: "Alright, stop serving me, I can't eat that much."

"Xue'xue, do you have anything planned today? Want me to take you out to play?"

"The tasks at the company aren't finished yet, there's a very important case I need to pay attention to lately."

Ren Feng felt a pang of regret; Xia Wenxue really was a workaholic.

After finishing breakfast, Xia Wenxue said goodbye to Ren Feng and headed to the company. Just as Ren Feng was planning to joke with Mr. Yun, his phone rang.

It was Long Yue calling.

"Fenghe District, Order Cross Street 31, Slow Time Cafe."

After saying that, Long Yue hung up directly.

Since being discharged from the hospital, this girl hadn't changed her temper, but if Long Yue was looking for him, it surely involved something important, likely about that organization.

Without hesitation, Ren Feng greeted Mr. Yun and drove off in his Hummer.

Ren Feng drove fast and quickly arrived at Slow Time Cafe.

Upon entering the cafe, he immediately spotted Long Yue sitting by the window. Besides Long Yue, there was also a young man in a black hat, seemingly chatting with Long Yue.

Ren Feng walked over, and Long Yue looked up, her face quite calm: "You're here."

"How could I not come when you invited me?" Ren Feng said with a smile.

The young man looked up at Ren Feng, a gleam flashed in his eyes, then he smiled slightly and stood up.

"Mercenary King, hello."

Despite his young appearance, the man had a rugged face, exuding an aura of boldness, with bulging temples, wide shoulders and back, and calloused tiger's mouth, clearly a master.

"Hello."

Ren Feng smiled and extended his hand.

As they shook hands, the man smiled and said, "I've heard the name of the Mercenary King for a long time, and I wanted to learn from you."

Ren Feng raised an eyebrow, surprised that this man, like those students yesterday, exerted force immediately upon meeting.

However, this man was evidently on a different level from Chen Xuan, possessing immense strength, at least with Heaven-level prowess judging from the force.

"We can spar." Ren Feng smiled too, starting to exert force with his hand.

Their handshake made a cracking sound, and Long Yue frowned slightly watching them.

After Ren Feng exerted his strength, the man's expression changed; he felt as if tons of force were coming through his hand, like an iron grip tightly holding his hand.

"Alright, let go, Ding, you're no match for him," Long Yue said lightly.

The man chuckled wryly and let go: "As expected, the Mercenary King is indeed the Mercenary King, I lost this round."

Ren Feng looked at him.

"Let me introduce myself again, I'm Ding Shijie, nicknamed Ding Tiger, a Dragon General."

Ding Shijie extended his hand again; this time, his expression was genuinely sincere.

"You can call me Ren Feng."

They sat down again, and Ding Shijie looked at Ren Feng with admiration: "I didn't expect the legendary figure in the Mercenary Realm to be someone as young as you. Honestly, when Dragon Group said the Mercenary King was from Huaxia, I didn't quite believe it, but it turns out to be true. I have to say, you've hidden your identity very well, haven't you?"

Ren Feng also noticed there was no malice in Ding Shijie's words and said with a smile: "When moving through the Mercenary Realm before, I had to keep my identity a secret due to special reasons."

Ding Tiger nodded, still with some fighting spirit in his eyes: "Next time, I'd really like to have a match with you. It would be an honor to duel with the Mercenary King."

"Alright, Ding Tiger, we're here to handle business." Long Yue said softly from the side.

When Long Yue spoke, Ding Tiger immediately fell silent, an embarrassed smile still on his face.

"I called you here because of some matters," Long Yue began, "Did you find anything during the battle over at Cyan Peak Mountain yesterday?"

"It's confirmed, Purple Thorns have mingled with that organization, and there are two strong individuals among them." Ren Feng recounted the situation from yesterday.

"Combining with the people you've encountered, we've found some clues."

Long Yue handed over some documents to Ren Feng, who looked at them to find it related to a trade company in the United States.

What is this?

Ren Feng looked at Long Yue with some confusion.

"These are the leads we've found. This group is connected to this trade company," Long Yue stated, "The Fred Group, located in San Francisco, is ostensibly a legitimate company exporting pharmaceuticals, but secretly they smuggle arms. This group has also supported some of our adversaries in South Korea, Japan, the Middle East, and South Asia, where traces of their activities can be seen."

"Is that so?" Ren Feng tapped the table with his fingers while reviewing the documents.

"This is all we have for now. We can't utilize too many spies in the United States; see if you can find something on your end starting with this," Long Yue said while sipping the milk tea in front of her.

"A company daring to sell arms must have strong backing. Who do you think is backing them?" Long Yue rubbed the cup with her fingers, her face somewhat solemn.

At this moment, Ren Feng was reminded of what the director once told him, "Offending them is equivalent to offending a country."

Could it be that the United States is indeed backing them?

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