At dusk, the orange-red sunset dyed Profound Candle Prefecture the color of red wine. The factories closed for the day, storytellers took their places at their stalls, and the nightlife of Profound Candle Prefecture was about to begin.
At the entrance to Jing Garden, Yin Minghong wore a pained expression.
"President, I only said one thing wrong. Did you really have to—"
"Of course I did. Absolutely." Le Yu leaned against the steel doorframe that had been replaced a few days ago while looking through the information Yin Minghong had spent a whole day collecting. "Actually, there are quite a few women in Jing Garden. It really isn't appropriate for you to keep coming and going from there. Second Boss, I'm only thinking of your welfare. You're a pure and innocent young man, yet you keep entering a den of evil like Jing Garden. People will think you're impure."
The description "impure" was far too childish... Yin Minghong tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Fine. Even if you won't let me in, President, you can't come out either. What if they hired a Flying Flower Assassin—"
"Aren't you standing right in front of me? Even if there were a Flying Flower sniper, your corpse would buy me enough time to hide inside."
"..."
"Alright, I was only teasing you." Le Yu finished sorting the information. "I came out to wait for someone. Don't flatter yourself. If you have nothing to do, go home and cook. Jing Garden doesn't have any bowls or chopsticks for you."
"But President, it's too dangerous for you to stand here waiting for someone..."
"Are you trying to tell me what to do?"
Fine. Yin Minghong shut up.
However, he did not leave. Instead, he stood silently in front of Le Yu, blocking any bullets