The car started smoothly, and soft music flowed out. Lin Feng reclined comfortably in the seat, pretending to rest with his eyes closed, but secretly activated Niu Niu, turning on the camera function to secretly observe his surroundings. The convoy drove for about thirty minutes and eventually stopped in front of a standalone garden villa on a hillside. This magnificent Western-style mansion had a strange sign at the entrance reading “Làng Yuàn Xiǎo Zhù,” which, at first glance, might make one think it was a pavilion in a park for tourists to rest.
Lin Feng got out of the car in a cooperative manner. An Indian butler, dressed in traditional attire, approached with an exceptionally arrogant attitude, glanced at Lin Feng without a word, and impatiently gestured at him. “Dogs rely on their masters’ power!” Lin Feng cursed silently, too lazy to argue, and followed into the elegantly styled villa.
The interior was decorated with great taste, luxurious yet elegant, with a romantic European style mixed with several pieces of Chinese furniture like cabinets and screens, indicating the owner’s refined taste. Lin Feng leaned casually against the sofa, curiously looking around. From behind a screen, footsteps sounded, and out came a thin old man with a cane, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his hair gray but neatly combed back, looking very spirited. The old man stared at Lin Feng for a moment, making him quite impatient. Lin Feng thought, “What does this little fox spirit want, bringing out such an old man? Is this some kind of matchmaking session? Is this her father?”
Unexpectedly, he guessed correctly. The old man cleared his throat: “There are two reasons for inviting you here today. First, to thank you for saving my daughter’s life; second, to seek justice and discuss a business deal!” The old man’s way of speaking was indeed interesting—first gratitude, then justice, followed by business, an unusual logic Lin Feng had never encountered before. What surprised Lin Feng even more was that he had initially thought the man was Japanese, but he spoke perfect Mandarin with no trace of the accent he had imagined.
“There’s no need for thanks. You mentioned seeking justice and discussing a deal. You’ve brought me here with such pomp, what justice do you seek? What deal do you want to discuss?” Lin Feng asked.
