"Yeah, yeah, let's eat. I'm starving. Got kicked earlier, now I'm even hungrier, damn, it's bruised too, that guy hit too hard."
Yan Zhicheng lifted his shirt, revealing the bruised spot where he got kicked.
"Also, I guess the five thousand he owes me is not coming back." Yan Zhicheng said with a distressed face.
"That's quite a hit, but it's just five thousand. Come on, let's eat first, then go to the clinic for a check-up. Maybe the nurse will help massage you." Mu Rufeng said with a smile.
"Makes sense, haha!" Yan Zhicheng laughed, and then he left the house with Mu Rufeng.
Ten minutes later, they were at a small restaurant, having ordered their dishes and waiting for them to be served.
"Brother Feng, can you help me out with something tonight?" Yan Zhicheng suddenly asked.
"What kind of help?"
