Xu Yi sent a thought. "All right, go wash up and sleep. Leave the rest to me."
Huangmei panicked. "You're not thinking of sneaking in, are you? Dream on. The place is crawling with wards—you can't probe your way inside. It took every ounce of my strength just to get in. You'd better forget it."
Xu Yi ignored Huangmei's nonstop chatter, pulled a cloak over himself, and walked straight to the door. Bang, bang! He knocked.
The door opened, and Old Cangtou poked his head out, impatiently saying, "My master isn't home. Move along."
Xu Yi said in a low voice, "I have urgent business with Han Ba'er. If you don't go report this, you'd better watch your head."
Hearing the arrogance in his voice, Old Cangtou muttered, "Wait here," and hurried away.
After quite a while, Han Ba'er appeared in the entrance hall. He studied Xu Yi, but the heavy cloak concealed his identity.
Before Han Ba'er could ask anything, Xu Yi sent him a thought. "Brother Han, it's me. I'm Xu Yi. It took me a great deal of trouble to track you down. I have important intelligence about Director Yu to report."
Han Ba'er froze. He had never imagined Xu Yi would come right to his door.
Then he thought it over and felt it made sense. There were plenty of spineless people in the world. Xu must have been afraid of him, worried he'd keep making trouble for him.
By the looks of it, Xu and Director Yu were probably innocent of any wrongdoing. But what did that matter? The important thing was that Han needed results. He couldn't let the young master think he'd spent all this time doing nothing.
Never mind. He'd hear what this brat had to report first. If it was useless,