The Bentley drove all the way to the university town and stopped at the entrance of the food street.
Under the cover of the night and the fact that the luxury car was entirely black, although it caught the side glance of a few students, it wasn't too conspicuous. The driver opened the car door for them, and Su Xingyu and Lu Shifeng got out of the car.
"This is the place." Su Xingyu said to Lu Shifeng, somewhat apprehensively watching his reaction.
The food street was bustling with activity. It was around nine in the evening, and many students came for a late-night snack, the place was packed, and the aroma of food mixed with the scent of frying wafted through the air, occasionally accompanied by shouts: "Come, come, Xinjiang lamb skewers~~"
"Crispy chicken strips, ten yuan a bag!"
"Beef ramen! Zha Jiang noodles!"
The ground was grimy, with litter and dirty water occasionally tossed aside by passersby.
