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Although Joseph's attitude was still not very sincere, Chen Feng was too lazy to argue with him and simply said in a light tone, "I know, I'll go over after I finish eating."

Upon hearing Chen Feng's words, Joseph's fists clenched. His boss, Mr. Moore, had come all the way from New York by private jet to keep the appointment, but he still had to wait.

Joseph's face immediately darkened. Suppressing his anger, he said in a stiff tone, "Mr. Chen, you were the one who wanted to see my boss. Now that he's here, this is your attitude. Don't you think you're being very rude?"

This was a response to Chen Feng's earlier comment about his rudeness. Chen Feng, however, said irritably, "You should have called me before asking me to come see your boss. Instead, you suddenly appeared in front of me without saying a word. Don't you think that's annoying? Especially when I'm having dinner with my girlfriend. Don't tell me you don't know my phone number."

Joseph was immediately stumped by this question. In fact, just as Chen Feng said, he could have easily called Chen Feng first, and he did indeed know Chen Feng's phone number. But he just didn't want to call; he wanted to suddenly appear in front of Chen Feng in this way.

Just like yesterday at the hotel, he didn't give Chen Feng any prior notice and launched a surprise attack. The purpose, of course, was to intimidate Chen Feng and show him that he could find him anytime and appear before him.

Ultimately, he still looked down on Chen Feng, thinking he was just a Chinese man with some special abilities who had gotten lucky. Their willingness to cooperate with Chen Feng now was entirely out of respect for the Lampson family, Senator Bellis, and Carl Hicks.

Chen Feng's current attitude greatly displeased him. If it weren't for his boss, Mr. Moore, instructing him to be more polite to Chen Feng and to personally come and invite him, he certainly wouldn't have been willing to accommodate Chen Feng like this.

In reality, he preferred to keep Chen Feng, this Chinese man, completely under their control, rather than discussing cooperation as they were doing now. But this was Mr. Moore's order, and he couldn't disobey it.

Joseph could only suppress his anger and continue to lower his stance, saying, "Alright then, I can wait until you finish eating before taking you there."

After saying that, he walked to the empty seat next to him and sat down.

Chen Feng ignored her and continued eating his hamburger. Brina, however, became a little worried and asked softly in Mandarin, "Are you going with him? Won't it be dangerous?"

Chen Feng shook his head slightly and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. I won't go alone; I'll bring two bodyguards with me."

Hearing Chen Feng's explanation, Brina felt much more at ease. She was also quite satisfied with the previous performance of bodyguards Wang Yichuan and Zhang Jianhui. Furthermore, Chen Feng now had powerful backers, so she figured the other party wouldn't cause any trouble.

“Alright, I won’t go with you, but we need to stay in touch. If I don’t hear from you or can’t reach you an hour after you arrive, I’ll call the police immediately and then notify Molly so she can tell her grandfather that something has happened to you.”

Seeing Brina's solemn expression, Chen Feng was naturally touched. Brina was a woman who could share his hardships and was willing to face danger together. Such women were rare in today's society, so Chen Feng cherished her.

Although he felt that Brinna didn't need to be so serious, he still nodded and said, "Okay, we'll keep in touch."

The two continued to eat and converse in Mandarin. The little old man next to them probably couldn't understand them.

About ten minutes later, before Joseph's patience completely ran out, Chen Feng finally finished his meal.

Chen Feng stood up and said to Joseph, whose face looked rather grim, "Tell me the address, and I'll take a car there myself."

Joseph stood up as well, his expression still somewhat arrogant: "I've already driven over. It's a stretched Lincoln, specially brought to pick you up. Our boss specifically instructed us to use it as a sign of respect. Of course, if you're not comfortable sitting in it, I won't force you. However, I suggest..."

Chen Feng interrupted him directly, saying, "I'm not riding in your car. I rented a Bentley from the hotel myself. Since you haven't given me the specific address, I'll just ride in the Bentley and follow behind your Lincoln. Let's go, don't waste our time."

After Chen Feng finished speaking, he walked out of the hamburger shop. At that moment, the hotel's Bentley had already driven up and parked on the side of the road. Wang Yichuan stood in front of the Bentley.

A few minutes ago, Chen Feng had Wang Yichuan contact the hotel to rent this Bentley. It's only a few minutes' walk from here to the hotel, less than a minute's drive.

Chen Feng also saw the stretch Lincoln in the roadside parking space near the hamburger shop; it was indeed quite luxurious. But Chen Feng didn't like Joseph and didn't want to ride in the same car with him.

Standing in front of the car door, Chen Feng said to Brina beside him, "How about I take you home first?"

Brina shook her head and said, "No need, I'll just call a taxi back myself."

Chen Feng didn't let Brina go back to the hotel. Luna was there, and if the two of them were alone together, they might start fighting.

“Alright, let’s keep in touch.” Chen Feng waved to Brina and quickly opened the door to get into the Bentley.

Joseph had just come out of the burger shop, and his expression was naturally not good. However, he didn't say anything more to Chen Feng, and went straight to the Lincoln, opened the door, and got in.

Soon, the Lincoln started moving. Chen Feng's Bentley followed behind. Because it was a stretched Lincoln, its speed wasn't particularly fast, so the Bentley could easily keep up.

About twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the gate of a garden villa in Beverly Hills. After waiting for a while, the villa gate slowly opened to both sides, and the Bentley followed the stretch Lincoln into the garden villa and parked in the yard surrounded by various flowers.

To be honest, Chen Feng was a little surprised that the two met in a villa like this. He had originally thought of a hotel, a coffee shop, a restaurant, or even a private club. It turned out to be a garden villa like this.

Joseph quickly got out of the Lincoln. Chen Feng also got out of the Bentley, and Wang Yichuan and Zhang Jianhui were among the first to get out, scanning their surroundings from all sides.

Especially the two bodyguards in black standing on the steps at the entrance of the house, both in their thirties, one black and one white, wearing sunglasses and headsets, with a stern look, looked like elite secret agents.

“Mr. Chen, please. My boss is inside.” Joseph was quite polite this time. He walked over to Chen Feng, bowed slightly, and gestured for him to enter.

Chen Feng didn't say anything, and started walking towards the entrance steps. But as soon as he stepped onto the steps, he was stopped by the two bodyguards in black.

"Excuse me, Mr. Chen. I need to undergo a check first," Joseph explained, and stepped forward to be the first to be checked by the two bodyguards.

The bodyguards, carrying airport-style metal detectors, scanned Joseph from head to toe. Joseph quickly passed the checks of the two bodyguards and was let in. Next, it seemed it would be Chen Feng's turn. But Chen Feng showed no intention of cooperating. He said coldly, "I'm here to discuss cooperation, not to be inspected. If this is the attitude of your boss, then I'll take my leave."

After Chen Feng finished speaking, he turned to leave. Just then, a deep male voice came from inside the house: "Wait a moment, Mr. Chen."

Immediately afterwards, a man in his fifties emerged from the house. He had gray hair, bright eyes, and a high nose. He was holding a cigar in one hand and had the other behind his back, looking relaxed and comfortable.

This man is Moore, Joseph's boss, and the mastermind behind the attempt to control Chen Feng.

“Mr. Chen, you’ve come all this way to my doorstep, why don’t you come in?” Moore asked gently, with a smile on his face.

Chen Feng didn't give them a friendly look, after all, they had been plotting against him from the start. The fact that they had even tried to put him through a so-called security check was somewhat humiliating to him.

"You're Joseph's boss? The one who tried to scheme against me behind my back?" Chen Feng asked directly.

Moore, who had been exuding elegance, paused slightly upon hearing Chen Feng's question.

However, his reaction was quick; he immediately laughed and said in his unhurried tone, "I think there's been some misunderstanding between us. Alright, let Mr. Chen in. Come on, Mr. Chen. I have a collection of Bordeaux wines that are over thirty years old. If you're interested, we can have a glass together."

After carefully sensing the situation, Chen Feng's expression gradually relaxed. One shouldn't hit a smiling face, especially since he genuinely came with the attitude of cooperating if possible, given the other party's considerable influence. There was no need to be confrontational, much less become enemies.

Most importantly, Chen Feng currently has no good way to deal with his opponent. His ultimate weapon of causality seems to be ineffective against him.

"Alright, since you want to talk to me, then I'll have a proper talk with you." Chen Feng said and walked into the house.

His two bodyguards, Wang Yichuan and Zhang Jianhui, who were following behind him, were naturally stopped. Chen Feng turned around and waved to them, indicating that they didn't need to come in, before turning and walking into the villa's hall.

Joseph didn't come in either, remaining at the doorway.

The interior was decorated in an antique style, reminiscent of medieval Europe, but clearly none of that mattered to Chen Feng. Led by Mr. Moore, the two sat diagonally opposite each other on the sofa.

There were only the two of them in the huge living room on the first floor.

“Mr. Chen, would you like a cigar? It’s one of my collections here. I only stay here for ten days or half a month at most during the year; most of the time I’m still in New York.”

"No, thank you," Chen Feng refused outright, his tone somewhat curt. He had never smoked a cigarette, let alone a cigar, growing up. He had no interest in either, which was perhaps one of his few virtues.

Moore seemed to be a good-natured person. He didn't seem angry at all at Chen Feng's attitude, a faint smile remaining on his face. He took a puff of his cigar, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and then slowly said, "So it seems you're not really interested in alcohol either, right?"

Chen Feng nodded and said directly, "Let's be frank. You went through Joseph and then had Julian try to capture me. Can you tell me the specific reasons? What exactly do you want from me?"

Moore didn't answer Chen Feng's question immediately. Instead, he flicked the ash off his cigar, took another puff, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke before saying slowly and deliberately, "You're a smart man. You should know what I want from you."

Chen Feng frowned slightly and said, "I need to confirm this. Otherwise, wouldn't we be talking at cross purposes?"

"Alright, if you want to confirm, then I'll tell you. I know you have special blood flowing through your veins, which can even be called divine blood. Several terminal illnesses have already been cured using this blood."

Moore's smile faded, and he said seriously, "This includes Senator Bellis's daughter, Carl Hicks, and Minister Lawrence's son. It's truly amazing. You have this divine blood flowing through your veins. If this were ancient times, you could easily call yourself a saint, or even a descendant of God. Many religious groups would go crazy for this blood."

The same applies now. My organization and I are very interested in the divine blood you possess. So frankly, it was entirely understandable that I wanted to have you captured before.

After a pause, Morton continued, "Even if I don't send anyone to capture you, other organizations or individuals will take adverse actions against you. But you must believe me, I never had any ill intentions towards you in the first place. We only want to study the divine blood in your body, and at most, we want you to be used by us. At the same time, we can also grant you any wish that you can fulfill in the human world."

Chen Feng sneered, "So I should thank you?"

Moore smiled and shook his head: "I admit that the measures I took against you before were a bit rough and rude. But you should also understand the rules of this world. It's a world where the strong prey on the weak. I can say fairly that if we hadn't intervened and given some people a stern warning, you would be in a very bad situation right now."

You yourself know very well that it's impossible to hide the fact that you're using your own blood to treat those terminal illnesses, especially from those powerful and influential people and organizations. In their eyes, your blood is a divine treasure. They want to possess you, even want to kill you as a sacrifice to the devil. I'm not exaggerating; this is the truth. Therefore, if you choose to cooperate with me, with my organization, in a close and seamless manner, it's your best option.”

Moore's words made Chen Feng's eyelids twitch. He really didn't know if what Moore said was true or false. But one thing was certain: if the fact that he used his own blood to treat those terminal illnesses were to be leaked, it would indeed bring him a lot of trouble. There might really be extremists who wanted to kill him or drain his blood.

What worried Chen Feng most was being captured and used as a guinea pig, having his blood drawn every day for their research. This was, of course, something Chen Feng couldn't accept. But he certainly wasn't foolish enough to believe everything they said.

He tentatively asked, "Then tell me, if I cooperate with you, what do I need to do? What benefits will I get?"

Moore smiled and said calmly, "You should know what we want from you. It's your blood. We need you to provide a certain amount of blood regularly for research or other development. And the benefits you receive will be enormous. If you want money, we'll give you money; if you want women, we'll give you women; if you want power, we can even give you power, a lot of power. As I just said, we can fulfill any wish that can be fulfilled in this world."

Chen Feng frowned, pondered for a while, and then asked again, "You said you'd provide you with blood regularly? How often and how much blood?"

Moore immediately said, "Don't worry, this is certainly within your body's tolerance. And considering that you spend most of your time living in Xiuzhou, Longguo, we will also send a professional research team to be stationed in Xiuzhou to collect blood samples and conduct research regularly."

Chen Feng immediately shook his head and said, "You probably don't know the special nature of my blood. After it leaves my body, it only has about two hours of effect. After that time, its miraculous healing abilities are gone. So can you guarantee what those researchers will find out in those two hours? Karl's medical team has researchers who have been studying it for a long time, but so far they haven't reached any good conclusions or achieved any results." (End of Chapter)