Chapter 213: 【213】You’re not going to kidnap me, are you?_1
 

Tang Feng chatted casually with Zhou Kai for a few more sentences, then left with Mao Anyi.

They had just walked out of the hotel when they heard Zhou Bingrui calling from behind them, “Feng, wait a second.”

Tang Feng stopped in his tracks and turned around, “Is there something else?”

“Feng, I’m really sorry, I didn’t expect this to happen,” Zhou Bingrui said with a face full of shame.

“Mr. Rui, Mr. Zhou has already apologized just now. If you keep saying this, it’s going to seem a bit too much,” Tang Feng didn’t take the matter to heart, it was just a minor issue after all.

“As long as you’re not angry, that’s good.” Zhou Bingrui then finally breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Mao Anyi, “Are you two planning to go home?”

When Mao Anyi heard him say “you two,” her pretty face suddenly blushed, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

Tang Feng didn’t think much of it and nodded in acknowledgment, “Yeah, where else can we go if not home?”

Zhou Bingrui hooked his arm around his neck, “It’s still early, do you feel like going out with me to relax, clear the bad energy?”

Tang Feng immediately misunderstood and coughed awkwardly, “This… might not be convenient, right?”

Zhou Bingrui could tell what he was thinking from his expression, “Where is your mind going? I’m not taking you to that kind of place. I’m taking you to make money, big money.”

Upon hearing about making money, Tang Feng’s eyes shone brightly, “Yes.”

Zhou Bingrui was momentarily stunned, “Aren’t you going to ask where I’m taking you?”

Tang Feng shook his head, “As long as we can make money, any place is fine.”

Zhou Bingrui was speechless, “I give up, you’ve also earned quite a bit of money, how come you’re still so fixated on wealth?”

“Alas, I can’t help it, I’m haunted by poverty. Of course, I cannot miss any opportunity to make money.”

Tang Feng’s matter-of-fact words made it hard to argue with him.

“Okay, then let’s go, get in my car.”

Zhou Bingrui, with both of them, made their way to the parking lot and found a Mercedes-Benz GLC300. Since he had also been drinking, he handed the keys over to Mao Anyi.

“Is this your car?” Tang Feng opened the rear door and sat inside, looking around for a moment.

This car probably cost around four to five hundred thousand, a mid-range vehicle, and rather business-like, which didn’t seem to match Zhou Bingrui’s style.

“No, it’s the car of a deputy general manager of the hotel, I borrowed it. Our destination this time is a bit special, it’s better to keep a low profile,” Zhou Bingrui followed and got into the car.

Mao Anyi then started the car.

“Where exactly are you taking me?” Tang Feng grew more curious as Zhou Bingrui spoke.

“You’ll know when we get there,” Zhou Bingrui revealed a mysterious smile, refusing to tell.

Mao Anyi drove out of the city, following his directions.

As the scenery outside became more and more desolate, Tang Feng’s curiosity grew even stronger, “Mr. Rui, you’re not planning to kidnap me, are you?”

“Heh, what about you is worth kidnapping? Are you richer than me? Are you more handsome than me?” Zhou Bingrui couldn’t help but retort.

“I may not be as rich as you, but as for being more handsome, anyone who isn’t blind can see that,” Tang Feng was quite confident in his looks.

Zhou Bingrui, not convinced, turned to ask Mao Anyi, who was driving in front, “Miss Mao, who do you think is more handsome between the two of us?”

Mao Anyi glanced through the rearview mirror, “Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?”

“Nonsense, of course the truth,” Zhou Bingrui eagerly waited for her response.

Even though she was Tang Feng’s woman, and he wouldn’t think of his friend’s woman in any romantic way, he still wanted the recognition of a beautiful woman.

But Mao Anyi’s answer was unexpected, “Tang Feng is a bit more handsome.”

“When did you go blind?” Zhou Bingrui was instantly furious. If it weren’t for the fact that she was a woman, he would have cursed out loud.

“You asked me to tell the truth,” Mao Anyi said, looking very wronged.

“What about the lie?” Zhou Bingrui had no choice but to settle for second best, hoping to soothe his bruised ego with even a false compliment.

“That would also be Tang Feng,” Mao Anyi stubbornly insisted.

“Hahaha.” Tang Feng laughed unrestrainedly, his confidence swelling even more.

“Hmph, that’s because love is blind, you’re not objective at all.” Zhou Bingrui found a reason to comfort himself, huffily turned his head towards the window, and didn’t want to talk to them anymore.

After about ten more minutes of driving, under Zhou Bingrui’s guidance, the car stopped outside a deserted repair shop.

Only a few dilapidated workshops were in front, revealing a few dim lights inside.

In the darkness, the place seemed somewhat eerie.

Tang Feng turned to look at Zhou Bingrui again, “Are you sure it’s here? What kind of creepy place is this?”

“You’ll see once we go in.”

Zhou Bingrui didn’t offer a detailed explanation and stepped out of the car first.

Tang Feng, having no other choice, followed suit and got out as well.

“Bang bang…”

Zhou Bingrui walked up to a workshop entrance, knocked twice on the rickety wooden door.

Soon, the door was nudged open from the inside, and a man’s head peeked out.

“Who are you looking for?” The man eyed the three of them warily.

“We’re looking for Mr. Du,” Zhou Bingrui immediately replied.

“Mr. Du is out, he’ll be back tomorrow.”

“If Mr. Du isn’t here, seeing Du would be fine as well.”

Zhou Bingrui added another sentence.

Only then did the man’s expression relax, and he slowly opened the door wider, giving Tang Feng and Mao Anyi a scrutinizing look, “Are these two your friends?”

Zhou Bingrui nodded, “Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility if anything goes wrong.”

The man withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and turned to walk inside, “Come in then.”

Tang Feng and Mao Anyi exchanged glances.

The two men had clearly been exchanging code phrases.

Why did it feel like spies meeting in secret?

What exactly do they do here?

Is it necessary to be this mysterious?

The three of them entered the room and were immediately hit by a pungent gasoline smell. Inside the workshop, a few cars were undergoing what seemed to be repairs.

A handful of people were working under the dim light.

But Tang Feng could tell that these people were just putting on a show, they weren’t really repair mechanics.

As they walked in, the group turned to size them up with sharp gazes.

Mao Anyi’s face turned slightly pale, and she subconsciously grasped Tang Feng’s hand.

Feeling the strength in his hand, she finally felt a bit more at ease.