Stepping on the expensive Persian carpet, Chen Feiqiu ignored the luxurious furnishings around him. His eyes went straight to the coffee table by the floor‑to‑ceiling window; white steam curled up from the tea, and as he sniffed, tendrils of fragrance drifted into his nose.
He sniffed a couple of times and praised, "This really is Lan Tian Yu Ye, I'm in for a treat."
The man chuckled and made a "please" gesture, leading the way in front.
As Chen Feiqiu walked over, he didn't forget to crack a joke. "Mr. Wen Yu, those two guys outside your door are pretty good. Looks like they've been in the army, huh."
The man called Wen Yu smiled and said, "They're former special forces. They've killed countless enemies on the battlefield. After they were discharged, I hired them."
"No wonder, they look like they're radiating killing intent." Chen Feiqiu laughed.
Talking as they went, the two of them arrived over there and sat down facing each other.
