Chapter 149

Lemuen was taken aback at first, then reached out and poked Han Fei's chest, whispering, "At least you have a conscience."

"Included."

Han Fei said with a grin, "Then we have to wash the pots and pans after eating?"

The principle is correct, but the way it's phrased is a bit too crude. What does "washing the pot" even mean?!

Lemuen was blushing at the time, and her inner self was far less composed than she appeared. Upon hearing these words, she immediately felt embarrassed and annoyed.

She raised her right foot, which wasn't yet wearing a small leather shoe, and instinctively kicked Han Fei in the face, her face flushed as she said, "What are you saying? What 'washing the pot'? That's awful."

Han Fei, caught off guard, was kicked to the ground and scratched his head, saying, "I was just saying."

"Snort."

Lemuen put on her shoes herself and said, "I'm ignoring you!"

With that, he dashed off.

However, their hurried manner made it seem more like they were fleeing in a disheveled state.

Han Fei watched Lemuen's retreating figure, and couldn't help but smile, chuckling softly, "What? Sister An has such a cute side?"

In my memory Lemuen has always been gentle and dignified, like an elegant and proper older sister. But now, from behind, she has a touch of girlish charm.

However, Han Fei didn't dislike it that way.

After all, girls are always fickle.

He got up and stretched, smacked his lips, and said, "Not bad at all, ice cream."

Immediately, he lay down on the large bed, savoring the faint fragrance lingering in the room, and remarked, "Tsk, I'm probably going to have a pink dream tonight."

Nothing more was said that night.

The next day, Han Fei was unusually late for getting up.

It wasn't until almost noon that Han Fei was awakened by a knock on the door.

He stared at the sleepy-looking person, walked over, opened the door, and said, "Who is it?"

"It's me, boss. What are you doing? Get up!"

Lemuen put her hands on her hips and said, "Get up! It's already noon, the sun's high in the sky!"

"Oh."

Han Fei couldn't help but yawn. "Wait for me, I'm going to wash up."

"Uh-huh?"

Seeing Han Fei Lemuen completely exhausted, Remy couldn't help but ask, "Boss, did you go thieving last night? Didn't you sleep at all?"

"Ugh, don't even mention it, I didn't sleep very well."

Han Fei waved his hand; he had gone back to bed as soon as Lemuen left last night.

But I didn't sleep very well. At first, I couldn't fall asleep at all. As soon as I closed my eyes, some rather erotic images would appear.

He tossed and turned in bed, and after what seemed like an eternity, he finally managed to fall asleep.

Then he dreamed that countless feet fell from the sky, each one a giant ice cream cone.

Unfortunately, this was not a beautiful dream, but a nightmare.

Each one that lands could collapse a house!

So Han Fei started playing hopscotch.

He couldn't dodge in time and got stepped on, which startled him awake.

After waking up, I couldn't fall back asleep and started tossing and turning again.

And so, it turned out like this.

"I'll wash up first."

Han Fei yawned again. "Wait for me."

"OK."

Lemuen followed her in naturally, sat down in a chair, and said, "Boss, so have you decided on the personnel for the next mission?"

Han Fei was in the bathroom at the moment, a toothbrush still in his mouth. Hearing the noise, he mumbled, "I'll talk to you later. I have something else to tell you."

"Oh."

Lemuen responded and remained silent, sitting obediently in her chair waiting for Han Fei to come out.

A short while later, Han Fei finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, asking, "Where is everyone now?"

"In the cafeteria."

Lemuen stood up and said, "My older sister is making desserts over there. She said she wants everyone to try Laterano's cooking."

"Okay, let's go to the cafeteria then."

Han Fei led Lemuen out of the room and headed towards the cafeteria.

Lemuen followed beside Han Fei, chattering, "Oh, by the way, boss, the new logistics manager is quite nice."

Han Fei didn't stop walking, and turned to ask, "What's wrong?"

"Last night, while we were all asleep, she replenished all the daily necessities the base needed. Now the canteen has everything," Lemuen explained. "She even prepared a lot of dessert ingredients for us. She's so thoughtful."

"Really? That's good." Han Fei nodded knowingly. "Where is she now?"

"Sleeping."

"She seems to have a different schedule than us; she's nocturnal," Lemuen explained.

Let her be.

Han Fei disagreed. Closure was a Bloodfiends who was active at night and hibernating during the day. There was no need to interfere too much in this matter.

Since she likes it, let her live her life as she pleases.

"Oh."

Lemuen responded with a soft "yes".

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the entrance of the cafeteria.

As soon as he got close, Han Fei smelled a sweet scent.

Without hesitation, he walked straight in and saw the girls sitting in a row at the dining table, while Lemuen was carrying two servings of tiramisu that looked delicious, gracefully walking towards the table.

Han Fei's arrival undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention, and in an instant, several pairs of eyes fell on Han Fei.

"Boss."

"Good afternoon."

"..."

A variety of different timbres sounded simultaneously.

"Good afternoon."

Han Fei nodded slightly, sat down next to the girls, and chuckled, "So is lunchtime dessert time? Is there any for me?"

Of course there are.

Lemuen placed the desserts on the table and smiled at Han Fei, saying, "How could I forget you? I made these little egg tarts especially for you."

Han Fei's expression froze instantly. "Uh..."

Even though Cactus Tart are supposed to be associated with the Pope, after Lemuen's prank last time, Han Fei now thinks of the Cactus Tart she gave him whenever he thinks of egg tarts.

"Look how scared you are!"

Lemuen bent down, reached out and poked Han Fei's forehead from across the table, chuckling, "It's not Cactus Tart, I know you don't like it."

"What is Cactus Tart?" Theresa asked at the opportune moment.

"Yes, it's a dessert developed by our Pope."

Lemuen briefly explained to Theresa the untold story of Han Fei and Cactus Tart.

After hearing Lemuen's explanation, Theresa became interested and said softly, "I'm tempted to try it. What's the magic Cactus Tart that makes our boss freeze at the mere mention of the word 'egg tart'?"

"No, believe me, you won't like it," Han Fei said seriously.

"Yeah?"

Theresa didn't seem to care and said softly, "We'll have to try to find out."

"Okay, I'll make you something tonight," Lemuen said. "Our logistics manager has prepared a lot of materials, but we don't have any cacti yet. I'll ask her to go and buy some after she wakes up."

"Tsk, you're quite curious."

Han Fei shook his head. Since Theresa was so determined, he naturally wouldn't try to persuade her any further. He then said:

"After we finish eating, I'll announce something about who will be chosen for the next mission."

"But before that, let's eat!"

Volume 1: Chapter 183 Dreaming Back to the Dam

After lunch and cleaning up the dishes, everyone sat in a row in front of Han Fei.

Although the term "boss" is often used jokingly, Han Fei's words usually carry weight.

Not to mention, since Han Fei personally said he had something to announce, he naturally wouldn't delay.

Han Fei didn't do anything else. After briefly explaining the new mechanism, he said, "So, those of you staying at the base don't need to worry about having nothing to do."

"I think I understand."

Texas nodded slightly and said, "So, the tasks of the operators who stay behind are relatively simpler, is that what you mean?"

"Hmm, it's not simple either."

Han Fei scratched his head and said, "We still need to go all out, after all, it would be a huge loss if the evacuation failed."

"But the problem is, it seems that only the two Miss Sankta here have experience using firearms."

Theresa said with some concern, "The only time I ever used a firearm was yesterday at the firing range."

Upon hearing this, a hint of worry flashed in Texas's eyes.

Texas is a master of assassination; give her a longsword, and she has absolute confidence in herself.

Texas wasn't entirely confident about letting her use a gun.

Within the Siracusa family, only a very small number of people used firearms.

For example, that old angel who always looks like he hasn't woken up yet.

Bows and crossbows and cold weapons were the daily life of the Siracusa.

"Don't worry, we're here!"

Lemuen, on the other hand, was quite confident. As Laterano's top marksman, she was confident that she could carry a completely useless teammate if she teamed up with her sister.

"How about this then?"

Seeing everyone's doubts, Han Fei said, "Although there's a 15-day cooldown, we can go in once now. Texas and Theresa, who's going? Lemuen help you out."

Theresa glanced at Texas instinctively, then said softly, "Then let Miss Texas do it."

"Me too, that's fine."

Texas didn't refuse and readily agreed, "I'd like to see what's going on too."

"OK, then Texas, the boss, and I will go together!"

Lemuen asked excitedly, "Boss, boss, when do we set off?"

"Let's do it now, quickly and decisively, and get back as soon as possible," Han Fei said.

"OK."

"Is there anything I need to prepare?" Texas asked.

"No need, I'll handle the preparations," Han Fei said.