Taste of Time Tea Restaurant in Chengguan.
At nine in the morning, the restaurant was already crowded with guests, including young men and women playing poker, middle-aged people enjoying tea and conversation, and whispering couples.
In private room number eight, Hu Dashuang and four sturdy young men were watching television.
When the clock on the wall struck nine, Hu Dashuang called Lao Gui.
"Brother Gui, Yu Feng hasn't arrived yet. Is there a problem with today's meeting?"
"I'll call her. You go outside and see if there are any suspicious individuals. If there are, today's meeting is canceled."
Lao Gui was an old hand and was extremely wary of Yu Feng. He didn't arrive at Taste of Time at the agreed time but asked Yu Feng to wait for him.
Lao Gui was not surprised that Yu Feng didn't show up on time. He had already prepared for the possibility of her turning on him, but he still intended to call her.
Just as he was about to dial, Yu Feng's call came in.
"Mr. Gui, I'm so sorry. My child has a fever, and I'm at the hospital getting him an IV. It will take another twenty minutes or so to finish. If you're busy, we can reschedule. If not, could you wait for me?"
"No problem, no problem. I'm also delayed by something. I was just about to call you. Shall we meet in half an hour?"
"That would be great. I'll be there at nine-thirty sharp."
The first plan failed. Yu Feng knew that if she didn't show up, Lao Gui wouldn't go to Taste of Time in advance. It seemed the other party was already on guard.
She couldn't launch a surprise attack. Yu Feng really wanted to give up today's operation, but time was running out. After today, Lao Gui's influence would officially enter Dong Sheng Group, and it would be difficult to drive them out later.
Even if she found an opportunity to kill Lao Gui later, his brothers were not to be trifled with. They would cling to Dong Sheng Group like maggots, drinking its blood and sucking its marrow.
She absolutely could not allow such a thing to happen. Having made up her mind, Yu Feng immediately called Lu Feng and changed the plan.
At 9:25, Yu Feng arrived at Taste of Time early and met with Hu Dashuang and others in private room number eight. Lao Gui still hadn't arrived.
However, she knew Lao Gui was nearby and didn't need to ask; his subordinates would inform him.
As expected, two minutes later, Lao Gui appeared at the entrance of Taste of Time.
He was accompanied by three young men. One of them, a curly-haired youth, walked in front of him, with the other two behind him, protecting him in the middle.
Upon reaching the second floor, they had to pass through the public corridor for about ten meters before reaching the private room area.
As the four men reached the middle of the corridor, a man in a gray and white chef's uniform, wearing a white chef's hat and a white mask, pushed a meal cart towards them.
"Excuse me, excuse me, please let me pass."
The male chef spoke Mandarin and kept his head slightly bowed as he pushed the cart towards the curly-haired youth.
The curly-haired youth instinctively moved to the side, exposing Lao Gui directly to the meal cart.
Just then, the chef suddenly pulled a five-shot shotgun from under the cart and pulled the trigger, aiming at Lao Gui's head.
"Bang."
A loud explosion echoed throughout the restaurant.
Lao Gui sensed danger as the chef drew his gun, but it was too late to dodge. He could only instinctively use his right arm to shield his face.
It was a shotgun. Due to the close distance, the steel balls inside hit him almost entirely, but it wasn't fatal. Lao Gui quickly turned and ran backward.
At the same moment the gun went off, six young men suddenly stood up from both sides of the corridor, drew the machetes from their waists, and lunged at the four men.
The curly-haired youth reacted quickly. When the chef fired, he lunged at the chef, preventing him from firing a second shot. They tumbled to the ground together.
The six young men had clear roles. Two pursued Lao Gui, hacking at him fiercely, while the remaining four attacked the two men behind him.
Wounded, Lao Gui lost his ability to resist. He didn't run far before being hacked to the ground. Two machetes rained down on him, and within seconds, he was unable to move.
The two men behind Lao Gui were agile. Although they were surrounded and caught off guard, receiving two cuts, they were also prepared and quickly drew their extendable batons from their backs to fight back.
The chef, who had been tackled by the curly-haired youth, had great strength. With a flip, he pinned the curly-haired youth to the ground and then punched him in the head, knocking him unconscious.
"Quick, retreat."
The chef got up, jumped onto a table, then leaped across two more tables, bypassing the eight men who were fighting, and darted down the stairs.
Because if they didn't leave now, they wouldn't be able to. Hu Dashuang, from private room number eight, had already led his men out, and they were armed with two five-shot shotguns.
The six young men who were with the chef also fled towards the stairs in a panic.
"Bang, bang."
Two gunshots rang out. The last two young men running were hit by steel balls. They stumbled down the stairs after running a few steps and were captured by Hu Dashuang and his men who were in hot pursuit.
When they went to chase the chef, they discovered that he had already boarded an unlicensed commercial van and sped away.
Saving people was the priority. Hu Dashuang immediately turned and led his men to carry Lao Gui out, put him in the car, and rush him to the hospital.
The tea restaurant descended into chaos. A waiter had already called the police.
Yu Feng stood at the entrance of the private room, watching the bloody and mangled Lao Gui being carried away. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. She turned and left in the direction of the kitchen. As one of the shareholders of the tea restaurant, no one stopped her.
The commercial van carrying the chef and others left Chengguan from the north and drove at full speed onto the national highway. Within an hour, they had left Xinhe District and arrived at the long-distance bus station in Tieshan Town, Huangjiang County.
"Brothers, although we completed the mission today, two of our brothers were caught. They will find me soon, and I'll have to go on the run. Let's part ways here. Take this money and do something useful with it. Even if I'm caught, I won't betray you."
Lu Feng handed four stacks of cash to the four young men, 100,000 each. They were all from out of town, and not from the same place.
The two who were caught were not familiar with these four. As long as Lu Feng didn't betray them, the police wouldn't be able to trace them.
"Brother Feng, why don't you come with me? My hometown is in the mountains. If you stay there for ten or eight years, no one will recognize you when you come out."
One of the young men suggested. They had been in Xinhe for almost a month, and Lu Feng had treated them very well, being generous with food, drinks, and entertainment.
Furthermore, if Lu Feng came into the mountains with him, his own safety would be guaranteed. Verbal promises were not reliable. As long as Lu Feng was not caught by the police, they would be safe.
Lu Feng shook his head. "Brothers, the case we handled today might involve three lives. The police will definitely issue a nationwide warrant for me. If I go with you, I will only implicate you. Don't worry, I, Lu Feng, have been in the underworld for many years and have never betrayed a friend. Go on your way, and we shall never meet again."
The four young men said no more. They took the money and got out of the car. They would never see each other again in this lifetime.