The night had fallen, and around eight o'clock, Chu Feng somehow wandered over, sitting in a red sports car.
When he got out, he even planted a kiss on a woman's face.
This woman was heavily made up, plump, and looked to be in her thirties or forties.
However, her skin was quite fair.
She wore a strappy dress that left half her chest exposed.
Long Fei clicked his tongue, not understanding how Chu Feng could even go for such a woman, truly indifferent to all tastes.
If other women were considered prime cuts, this woman was a pork knuckle.
After entering, the guy greeted Long Fei and, wrapping an arm around him from behind, asked, "How's it going, you little rascal?"
Seeing Chu Feng, Yang Huo and Steel Hoop hurriedly greeted him, "This must be Brother Chu Feng, right?"
They were just about to leave after finishing the handover.
Long Fei said he was waiting for a friend and took the opportunity to introduce Chu Feng to them, briefly recounting Chu Feng's heroic deeds.
