Han Feng withdrew from the spatial dimension, sensing the energy flowing within his body. Although he had cultivated within the spatial dimension that night, it had not brought him any fatigue; on the contrary, it had made his five senses even more acute.
At this moment, Zero's voice rang out: "While you were cultivating in this space, your physical body was actually in a state of deep hibernation." Zero's voice resounded directly in his mind, "Just like a computer in standby mode, only running necessary programs, your body received ample rest, while the nourishment your consciousness received in this space replenished your soul."
Han Feng suddenly realized what was going on and immediately sent messages to Su Wanwan and Liu Xiaoran, telling them that he was going to the restaurant for breakfast before setting off.
Han Feng discovered that after practicing controlling the power of the stars all night, his ability to perceive the dynamics of his surroundings was much better than before. He could clearly hear the slight clinking of cutlery on the waiter's tray in the distance, the rustling of leaves 32 meters away from the window, and even the turning of gears on the mechanical watches on the wrists of guests at the next table.
Han Feng stared at the fried eggs on his plate, his eyes glancing at the restaurant entrance. Su Wanwan and Liu Xiaoran walked in one after the other; the former was yawning, while the latter remained expressionless as always.
"You're here? I've already prepared breakfast for you, but breakfast in R country is a bit different from what we usually eat," Han Feng said without looking up, struggling with the steaming piece of bacon on his plate.
Su Wanwan rolled her eyes and plopped down next to him: "Big brother, it's eight in the morning! I'm still dreaming at this time!" She grabbed Han Feng's coffee cup and gulped down a large mouthful, ignoring the surprised looks from Han Feng and Liu Xiaoran. Then her face scrunched up in pain. "It's so bitter! Didn't you put any sugar in it? How can you drink this stuff...?"
Liu Xiaoran keenly noticed Han Feng's unusual state: "You look like you've slept for three days and three nights." This was a statement, not a question.
Han Feng was about to answer when the restaurant door was suddenly pushed open. Miyamoto Kojiro strode in with a gloomy face, looking like a wilted eggplant, clearly having not slept all night. He went straight to a corner, his phone pressed to his ear, and began to growl in Japanese.
Han Feng's pupils contracted slightly, his visual focus shifting to Miyamoto Kojiro's lips. His genetically enhanced vision allowed him to clearly capture every subtle change in lip movements.
"...Three dock warehouses were burned down..."
"...A nightclub in Shinjuku was poisoned..."
"...Have you figured it out? Are you sure it's someone from the Makino family?... "
Su Wanwan followed Han Feng's gaze and muttered softly, "Isn't that Miyamoto Kojiro? Looks like he knows about yesterday's events...?"
"Shh." Han Feng raised his index finger and continued to interpret Miyamoto Kojiro's lips.
"...What?! Makino Tenki has been... crippled?!"
"...Some people say the murderer is from our Miyamoto family?! That's impossible!"
Kojiro Miyamoto's face went from gloomy to shocked, finally settling into an incredulous, contorted expression. He hung up the phone, his hands gripping the table, his body rising and falling rhythmically, clearly furious.
A barely perceptible smile curved Han Feng's lips. The plan was progressing even more smoothly than expected—last night, he deliberately revealed the Miyamoto family crest at "Nightfall" to create this misunderstanding. He just hadn't expected the Makino family to react so strongly, let alone that they would take immediate action against the Miyamoto family. He wondered if the Ikegami family had been affected.
"I'll go say hello." Han Feng wiped his mouth, got up and walked towards Miyamoto Kojiro.
Su Wanwan and Liu Xiaoran exchanged a glance. The latter nodded almost imperceptibly and stayed obediently at the table, but his eyes kept scanning Han Feng's back.
"Miyamoto-kun, why are you so angry so early in the morning? What happened?" Han Feng stepped forward, his face showing just the right amount of concern.
Kojiro Miyamoto looked up abruptly, and upon recognizing Han Feng, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Mr. Zhang..." He switched to broken Chinese, "I'm sorry to have shown you such an unseemly side."
Han Feng sat down and gestured to the waiter for another cup of coffee: "In China, we have a saying, 'Sharing blessings and hardships.' Since we're friends, Miyamoto-kun's troubles are my troubles."
Perhaps due to immense pressure, or perhaps moved by Han Feng's feigned sincerity, Miyamoto Kojiro, as if finding an outlet, lowered his voice and said, "Didn't we have an explosion yesterday when we were shopping? The Makino family blew up the mall's control room, and before we even had a chance to retaliate, they went berserk! Starting from midnight, twelve of my Miyamoto family properties in Tokyo have been attacked one after another!"
Han Feng feigned surprise: "They blew up your control room, and you haven't even bothered them, yet they're attacking you instead? This doesn't make sense."
"Who says otherwise!" Miyamoto Kojiro slammed his fist on the table, drawing the attention of several nearby tables. "The family elder just called, saying..." He suddenly stopped, glancing warily around before leaning close to Han Feng's ear, "Makino Tenki was crippled last night at 'Nightfall,' and the witness said the assailant was wearing a jacket with my Miyamoto family crest on it!"
Han Feng sneered inwardly. The jacket was currently lying in the safe in his hotel room. On the surface, however, he gasped, "This...is this a setup?! The Miyamoto family would never use such an obvious method..."
Before he could finish speaking, Miyamoto Kojiro's phone rang again. He glanced at the caller ID, his face instantly turning deathly pale: "It's...it's Father calling..."
Within the short two minutes of answering the phone, Han Feng saw large beads of sweat appear on Miyamoto Kojiro's forehead, and his hand holding the phone began to tremble slightly.
"I...I understand, I'll be right back." After hanging up the phone, Miyamoto Kojiro seemed completely drained of energy. "Mr. Zhang, I need to go home first. My family is very unhappy about what happened yesterday when I mocked Makino Tenki. They want to know the details, as it might lead to a direct confrontation with the Makino family."
Han Feng said righteously, "Miyamoto-kun, I was there yesterday too. Do you need me to vouch for you...?"
Before Han Feng could finish speaking, Miyamoto Kojiro interrupted him, "It's alright, it's just that things are too strange. Just like you said, it's obvious that someone framed me. I believe my father will handle this matter properly. I'll head back now. You can call me if you need anything." He then handed Han Feng a business card with his personal number on it.
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