Gu Li listened to Ling Feng’s words, nodded, and said, "Alright, I understand. Anyone daring to mess with Ling’s products must really have a death wish!"

"Capture those making counterfeits and deal with them according to the law, there’s no need to go overboard, just maintain the company’s image!" Ling Feng reminded.

"Alright, got it."

Gu Li gave an awkward laugh, and then added, "I was just saying that casually, I won’t bully people under the company’s name!"

"Alright, let’s leave it at that."

Ling Feng nodded and hung up the phone.

He turned around and returned. As he reached the edge of the food stall area, he saw many people leaving their tables and gathering near his, causing Ling Feng to pause for a moment.

He quickly stepped forward and saw Chen Han and Hu Jian among others on the edge of the crowd. Li Fei’er and a few other girls were still seated in place, so Ling Feng approached and asked, "What’s going on?"

"Something happened, the guy with glasses suddenly collapsed," Li Fei’er said.

"Did he suddenly have an attack?"

Ling Feng didn’t engage much with her because He Xue and others were there, so he turned and moved toward the crowd.

At this moment, there were about twenty to thirty onlookers, making it impossible to see what was happening inside. Ling Feng had no choice but to use his Divine Sense.

He then saw a middle-aged man on the ground performing CPR on the glasses-wearing guy.

The glasses-wearing man had no color in his face, foam was at the corners of his mouth, he was already beyond help!

Even if Ling Feng intervened now, he wouldn’t have been able to save him.

The person who was fine just now had suddenly died, Ling Feng felt something was off, so he glanced around.

Then he noticed that the seven or eight people praying before their meal were nowhere to be seen!

"Acting calm on the surface, but secretly killing in anger?"

Ling Feng squinted, a bad suspicion rising in his heart.

If that young man’s death was indeed caused by those people earlier, then this cult was truly overstepping bounds!

With his Divine Sense, Ling Feng immediately searched the area, looking for those people.

He hadn’t found them yet when he saw a police car approaching; someone had called the police, and they responded quickly, rushing to the scene.

Passing over this information, Ling Feng continued his search and soon discovered that those people had dispersed; four of them were walking alone on the street, heading in different directions.

Judging by their appearances, they seemed very relaxed, as if strolling leisurely after a meal, without the panic and anxiety of having just committed a murder. Ling Feng scratched his head, wondering if he had been mistaken.

A few minutes later, the police and ambulance arrived.

The person was confirmed dead, so the paramedics soon left. The police contacted the funeral home and cordoned off the scene.

The business at the food stalls was greatly affected, with at least half of the customers leaving early.

After all, someone had died, most people would find it ominous and wouldn’t want to eat there.

As for Chen Han and the others, they felt it was rare for them to gather, so he suggested moving to a new location, for everyone to go to KTV and continue drinking.

The original plan was to go after eating at the food stalls, but it was just moved up now, so no one had any objections.

Ling Feng and Li Fei’er went along with the flow and agreed to go to KTV, but while riding his bike on the road, Ling Feng decided to contact Chen Fei’s brother Chen Zhong later. As a deputy director, it would be easy to inquire about the cause of death of the glasses-wearing man.

The group arrived at KTV and got a relatively large private room.

Because of the earlier incident, everyone’s mood was somewhat low. The girls sat together, munching on snacks and drinking beverages while Chen Han and others sat on the other side, each with a bottle of beer, drinking in silence.

Noticing the atmosphere, Ling Feng thought for a moment and said to Chen Han, "I’ve thought about it and feel that the man’s death is a bit suspicious. Do you think it might have been those people at the next table?"

"I don’t know. If they bought it, they must not be good people. Cultivating oneself is to improve personal qualities, but if they’ve killed someone, then it’s unforgivable!" Chen Han said.

Seeing the anger on his face, Ling Feng was a bit surprised.

So he shifted his gaze and tentatively asked, "Chen, if I’m not mistaken, you’ve also joined some cult, right?"

"Did you see me meditating?"

Chen Han looked at him and calmly asked.

"Yes, I saw it inadvertently, not on purpose," Ling Feng laughed.

"I indeed joined a cult, but I don’t like spreading its teachings around, not wanting to trouble those around me, so I practice on my own," Chen Han said.

"Oh, I see!"

Ling Feng nodded in understanding and then asked, "Does this practice benefit you in any way?"

"It’s alright, I’ve felt much more stable mentally and work has become easier," Chen Han said.

Ling Feng didn’t ask further, thinking it might just be a psychological effect?

A person’s mental state is closely related to their mood.

If he believed he made progress from his practice, he might become more confident, perhaps leading to that illusion in such psychological suggestion.

After all, true cultivation enhances the body, and there’s no cultivation technique known to improve one’s mindset.

However, Ling Feng could tell Chen Han was a decent guy. Even if he got brainwashed by those cults, he still chose not to disturb others, preferring to practice alone.

After a while, with the influence of alcohol, the group forgot about the previous unpleasantness. In the private room, they clinked glasses, drank, and sang, with the atmosphere gradually heating up.

Feeling that it was about time, Ling Feng excused himself to the restroom and left the private room to the street outside, taking out his phone to call Chen Zhong.

After just a few seconds, the call connected.

"Mr. Ling, what can I do for you?" Chen Zhong asked.

"Yes, Director Chen, there was a death incident at a night market food stall in the provincial city, you’re aware of it, right?" Ling Feng asked.

Chen Zhong was taken aback, then said, "I’m indeed aware. How do you know about this, Mr. Ling?"

"It’s a long story. I was nearby, heard about the death, and got to the scene. Now, I’d like to ask if the police have determined the cause of death for that man?" Ling Feng asked.

"The initial judgment is poisoning, but the exact toxin requires an autopsy and chemical tests," Chen Zhong said.

Originally, such details weren’t meant for irrelevant persons, but given Ling Feng’s special status, both from his sister’s relationship and Ling Feng himself, Chen Zhong felt compelled to inform him.

Hearing that, Ling Feng nodded, gradually forming an understanding, and then said, "I’ll provide you with some addresses later. They might be involved in this case!"