Chapter 1430 - 1430: New Year's Eve

"No!" Xiao Feng moved his hands away from his face and said resolutely, "A man must repay his debts. I promised to give you half, so not a single cent less.

I'll call to borrow the money right now!"

He said, reaching into his pocket.

Hua Ling grabbed his arm and said sternly, "I said no, and I meant it. Do we need to stand on ceremony?"

"I..." Xiao Feng looked so touched that he couldn't speak.

The next moment, he suddenly grabbed Hua Ling's small hand.

Then, slowly, slowly placed it on his face...

Hua Ling instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but seeing Xiao Feng looking so dejected and desolate, she finally didn't resist. Her cheeks grew hotter, and her heart beat faster.

After a long while, Xiao Feng slowly opened his mouth and said, "Ling..."

"No need to say anything." Hua Ling said softly, "I don't even know how to comfort you. I want to lend you the money, but I really don't have much.

But I want to tell you that if money can solve a problem, then it's not a problem.

At worst, I'll quit, and we can rob the rich to help the poor together and pay off the debt first."

Xiao Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this matter was now settled.

Luckily, too, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to continue making things up.

But, to be honest, it's so easy to fool Hua Ling... ahem.

Deceiving a pure girl like this, there's really a bit of a conscience issue...

No!

Something's not right!

Based on past experience, when Hua Ling's intelligence should be online, it's never offline.

Thinking of this, Xiao Feng sneaked a glance at Hua Ling.

Seems like... she hasn't seen through it?

Or maybe his acting skills have surpassed the level of intelligence?

But anyway, managing to fool her is a good thing.

"When I make a comeback, I'll definitely make your dream of being a rich woman come true!" Xiao Feng promised earnestly.

Hua Ling smiled and shook her head, "Whether or not to become a rich woman, it doesn't really matter. I'm managing even without money, happiness is the most important!"

After keeping up the emotions for a while, Xiao Feng said, "You came at the right time, I have something to tell you."

"Go on."

"It's about Tang Yunshu, tomorrow night, she's planning to attack the Demon Suppression Action Team."

"Attacking the Demon Suppression Action Team?" Hua Ling widened her eyes and chuckled, "Is she crazy?"

Xiao Feng shook his head and explained, "The information on Grey Mouse being an undercover agent is prepared, but we still need a plausible reason for this information to end up in her hands."

"But you know how strong the Demon Suppression Action Team's defense system is. Even with ten times more people, it'd be hard for her to breach it."

"It's just acting, she's not really breaking the defense." Xiao Feng patiently said, "Also, you assign some manpower to support us at that time.

The key thing is to leave one or two alive, don't eliminate everyone."

Hua Ling frowned slightly, "Didn't you previously say that everyone in the Devil's Concentration Camp should be buried in Jiangcheng?"

"Times change," Xiao Feng took a deep breath and said, "Just relying on Tang Yunshu's words, it's hard to clarify things, someone needs to testify for her."

"Hmm... when you put it that way, it does make some sense," Hua Ling slowly nodded, then changed the subject, "I never thought you'd care so much about Tang Yunshu, considering all the details for her."

"Heaven's true, it's all Tang Yunshu's own ideas."

"Really?"

"Absolutely true!"

Hua Ling snorted softly, "Since you say it like that, I'll reluctantly agree."

...

After seeing Hua Ling off, Xiao Feng began checking on his subordinates' preparations.

In truth, he still felt the time was too tight, which led to the preparations not being thorough enough.

But on second thought, without Tang Yunshu's intelligence information,

the preparations may have been even less sufficient.

People must be content to find happiness!

The next morning.

Even though it was a holiday, everyone in the city of Jiangcheng was busy.

Today is New Year's Eve, also an important day for ancestor worship.

The usually quiet cemetery suddenly became lively.

A little girl with red pom-pom hair accessories and a red cotton robe looked indescribably festive.

"Brother Xiao Feng, shall we put up the Spring Festival couplets together?" The little girl was full of excitement and seemed completely unconcerned about the night's events.

Xiao Feng thought for a moment, then nodded, not wanting to dampen the little girl's enthusiasm.

The girl cheered, holding a large roll of couplets, and began directing the task.

"A little to the left, yes, yes, a little down..."

"Sister Jiang, what are your hands doing? They're all over the place. Look at Brother Xiao Feng and Sister Lu Yao, they get it right away."

"Watch out when sticking the 'Fu' character, don't block the door crack, or you won't be able to open the door later."

With the couplets in place, Zhao Guo'an brought in a large bowl of dumpling filling, followed by Zhen Jinghan carrying a large bowl of freshly kneaded dough.

"Old Zhao, you're carrying the filling while your wife carries the dough. Really impressive," Xiao Feng couldn't help but tease.

Zhao Guo'an, not in the best mood, replied, "Give it a rest. Even on New Year's, you don't stop digging me a hole. What good does it do for you if I'm unlucky?"

Before long, everyone gathered to make dumplings.

The little girl and Jiang Yixin occasionally pranked each other, leaving their faces covered in flour, making for a lively atmosphere.

Xiao Feng also rarely found himself at peace, enjoying this brief and precious tranquility.

If it weren't for the Devil's Concentration Camp, this New Year might have been perfect.

Unfortunately, reality doesn't change based on wishes.

But it is this unrest that makes Xiao Feng even more eager to eliminate the Devil's Concentration Camp soon.

Once the dumplings were made, Zhao Guo'an cooked a few bowls first, with ample dipping sauces prepared.

"Let's just make this many for now. If it's not enough, we'll make more tonight." Xiao Feng suggested.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

After lunch, everyone busied themselves.

Those who needed to check weapons did so, ensuring everything they'd need was ready to avoid last-minute rushes.

Time silently slipped away in the midst of such busyness.

The sky gradually darkened as families gathered to watch the Spring Festival Gala and have New Year's Eve dinner.

Even though the Gala seemed to get worse every year, with fewer standout performances,

it's like a habit that feels incomplete if missed, regardless of its quality.

"Is everything ready?" Xiao Feng asked solemnly.

Everyone nodded seriously.

Without saying more, Xiao Feng entered the bedroom and activated the courtyard's mechanisms.

"Click, click, click..."

The dense sound of gears turning filled the air, adding to the tense atmosphere.