Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Feeling a bit hungry, Chu Feng decided to go to the restaurant to grab something to eat.

Although the food on the high-speed train was still as unappetizing as ever, it was better than starving.

After asking for direction from the staff, Chu Feng made his way to the restaurant.

"Hold on!"

A pleasant fragrance and a graceful figure blocked Chu Feng's path just as he was about to open the door.

The girl, in her twenties, had healthy, tanned skin and sharp eyes. She seemed to be extraordinary, clearly someone who had been practicing martial arts for years. She looked at Chu Feng warily and coldly asked, "What are you doing?"

Furrowing his brows, Chu Feng replied, "I'm going to the restaurant to eat. Would you rather that I eat dirt?"

"You're obscene!" The girl glared fiercely at Chu Feng and menacingly said, "My boss is having a meal inside. If you want to go in, I'll have to search for you."

Chu Feng couldn't help but laugh and retort, "The restaurant is a public place. What gives you the right to search me? Besides, I suspect you might be dangerous. Shouldn't I search for you as well?" Narrowing his eyes, he instinctively glanced at the woman's body.

The girl's eyes widened in anger and embarrassment. How dare this guy humiliate her?

"You insolent brat, you're asking for trouble!"

Feeling upset, the girl launched a sudden kick directly toward Chu Feng's.

She intended to punish him.

Chu Feng's heart sank, but his body moved in a strange way. He casually grabbed her calf as it came flying toward him and shook his head, saying, "Hey girl, you sure know how to strike." She might be exercising a lot, as her legs were very firm and her skin was smooth and pleasant to look at.

Chu Feng was reluctant to let go.

"You jerk, you perv*rt! Let go of me!"

The girl's face turned red with anger and embarrassment. She pulled out a dagger from her waist and, without hesitation, aimed for Chu Feng's eyes.

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes, about to slap this woman away, when suddenly a deep voice echoed through the restaurant: "Jinger, show some manners and stop!"

Upon hearing this, the violent girl's anger dissipated, and she reluctantly put away her knife, making way for him. "Yes, sir," she said.

She couldn't help but glare at Chu Feng with resentment.

Chu Feng ignored the arrogant woman and simply walked into the restaurant.

The restaurant was spacious, with only two or three tables occupied.

Presumably, most people had been scared away by the difficult woman.

To be precise, there was only one "customer"!

Because everyone else was a bodyguard.

Upon seeing Chu Feng's arrival, the two tables of people who were eating immediately stood up and glanced at Chu Feng.

In the center, there sat a middle-aged man, dressed plainly, with deep and gentle eyes. He appeared calm and relaxed but exuded a unique charm.

He was definitely a person of extraordinary background.

"Young man, I apologize for Jinger's rudeness. Please forgive her," the middle-aged man smiled and extended his hand in invitation. "If you don't mind, let's have a few drinks together as my way of making amends. How about it?"

"Sure."

Chu Feng glanced around and saw food and wine, which piqued his interest.

"Sir!"

The arrogant girl's face changed drastically, and she quickly reminded him in a coquettish voice.

The bodyguards in the carriage were also on high alert and extremely nervous. Some even reached for the weapons at their waists.

"Why panic? I have a connection with this young man; we're just going to have a few drinks." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he said something shocking: "Even if this young man really wants to kill me, all of you combined wouldn't be his match!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the bodyguards were shocked.