In a seemingly ordinary coffee shop with hardly any customers, one glance at the coffee menu on the wall would reveal why the place was so deserted.
The simplest latte was priced at an astonishing five hundred euros, a cappuccino at a thousand euros, and a mocha at eight hundred euros... Just the sight of these prices was enough to deter ninety-nine percent of potential customers!
Even if some tycoon decided to splurge and try the coffee out of curiosity, the utterly average taste would leave them feeling cheated. Over time, the number of patrons dwindled. Yet, what was surprising was that the shop remained open, standing firm without shutting down.
Ling Feng pushed open the door, his eyes scanning the clean and minimalist décor. A knowing glint flickered in his gaze. As expected, he was in the right place.
The coffee shop owner was dozing off behind the counter. Even as Ling Feng approached him, he didn't bother to look up.
"This isn't exactly the best way to treat your customers, is it?" Ling Feng chuckled at the man behind the counter. "Aren't you going to recommend a coffee?"
The man lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at Ling Feng. "The prices are on the wall. Order what you want…"
Yawning as he spoke, the man appeared utterly uninterested.
With a faint smile, Ling Feng glanced up at the price list on the wall. Tapping lightly on the counter with his fingers, he said, "I'll have a cup of Cappu-Latte—half cappuccino, half latte!"
The man shot Ling Feng a slightly surprised look, realizing that Ling Feng wasn't joking; his expression remained calm and composed.
"The customer is always God." Out of the blue, the man uttered this phrase.
Ling Feng chuckled nonchalantly. "The Eye of God sees all!"
"May I ask what our esteemed guest desires?" the man inquired respectfully.
Ling Feng replied, "Coming to your 'Eye of God,' naturally, I'm here to buy information. As of now, I don't have any top-secret intelligence to sell to you."
The man nodded, giving Ling Feng another glance. Then, he tapped a few times on the counter with his fingers.
"Ling Feng, former warrior of Yuanshen Gate, known externally as Blood-Handed Asura, hailed as one of the Eight War Gods of the Underworld. Currently in seclusion in Huaxia, and a member of the China Dragon Group. Trained under the New Dragon King, Long Guangyi. Has ambiguous romantic ties with six to eight women…"
The man's expression turned peculiar by the end, baffled as to why even this kind of detail would be recorded in the Eye of God's database.
Ling Feng frowned. It seemed the Eye of God had been paying close attention to him. Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone so far as to investigate the number of women in his life. But to Ling Feng, there was nothing to be proud of in this—it left him feeling far from secure.
"What's this? Does the Eye of God investigate every customer so thoroughly?" Ling Feng's tone carried a sharp hint of killing intent.
The man shivered involuntarily. He hadn't expected the seemingly young man before him to be the infamous Blood-Handed Asura of the Underworld!
A being capable of eradicating entire families without hesitation—if provoked… The man forced a bitter smile.
"Apologies, esteemed guest. We meant no offense," the man said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Please, restrain your anger. Our supervisor will arrive shortly!"
"Supervisor?" Ling Feng raised an eyebrow. "Who's your supervisor?"
The man looked troubled. "Apologies, we have five intelligence supervisors here. I'm not sure which one is coming."
Ling Feng nodded. This wasn't his first time dealing with the Eye of God, so he was well aware of their operational methods. Still, for some inexplicable reason, this meeting felt slightly off.
"Please, honored guest, take a rest upstairs," the man said respectfully. "The supervisor will meet you within ten minutes. Please wait a moment." The source of this content ɪs ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt
After ascending to the second floor and stepping into a quiet private room, Ling Feng sat down. Less than five minutes later, the door to the room opened. A pair of long, slender, alluringly toned legs stepped into his field of vision.
Ling Feng's lips twitched upon seeing the owner of those legs. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd somehow missed checking his fortune calendar before setting out today. Otherwise, how had he ended up running into this person?
Talabova—a Belarusian beauty, ranked among the world's top ten sexiest women! Of course, her beauty wasn't the most relevant detail. More importantly, she was one of the few deacons of the Eye of God, wielding immense authority!
As the Bai Xiaosheng of the Underworld, the Eye of God was shrouded in mystery, feared and respected by all factions within the Underworld.
And as one of the rare high-level deacons of the Eye of God, Talabova possessed unparalleled status and significant power. Normally, unless it was for highly confidential matters, someone of her stature would not personally appear!
Yet, unfortunately for Ling Feng, today's guest just so happened to be him—hence, her presence!
"Why are you here?" Ling Feng asked with a tinge of exasperation upon seeing Talabova.
Talabova threw him a sultry glance, her eyes brimming with allure. "This is one of our Eye of God branches. As a senior deacon of the organization, is it wrong for me to inspect our branches?"
Ling Feng's smile was faint and tinged with sarcasm. "No, nothing wrong at all. My mistake. Oh, by the way, I just remembered something. I think I better be going now!"
"Stop right there!" Before Ling Feng could rise and leave, Talabova's voice turned icy with fury. "Ling Feng, are you seriously that afraid of me?"
Ling Feng couldn't help but rub his temples. Five years ago, Talabova had been just an ordinary low-level operative of the Eye of God.
Back then, while representing the Eye of God in a trade dealing with a powerful family, Talabova and her party had been ambushed and surrounded by a terrorist organization.
The organization slaughtered the others, kidnapped Talabova and the family's heir, intending to use them as leverage to force the family to stop supplying weapons to the military.
At the height of her terror, Ling Feng had stormed into the terrorist group's base head-on, rescuing Talabova and the family heir.
From that moment on, Talabova had secretly fallen for Ling Feng. Yet, in Ling Feng's heart, there wasn't a shred of romantic sentiment. When she confessed back then, Ling Feng coldly replied, "If you want to be worthy of me, become a senior deacon in the Eye of God first, then we'll talk!"
For a low-level operative, rising to the position of senior deacon was a near-impossible task, bordering on fairy tales! But Talabova responded seriously, "Fine. When I become a senior deacon, you'd better remember what you said today! I won't give up!"
In the blink of three years, Talabova had risen to become one of the Eye of God's senior deacons. But by then, Ling Feng had already forgotten their conversation of three years prior!
So, when Talabova reappeared before him, Ling Feng's astonishment was beyond words!