About fifty meters from the entrance of Fuxing Community, there was a patch of greenery. Li Dapang emerged from the greenery wearing a woven straw hat, his head popping out as he glanced around cautiously.
"How's it looking?" At that moment, a voice came from the greenery. Xiao Han was sitting inside, leaning against a bush with a grass root in his mouth.
"Damn, they haven't left," Li Dapang replied, then added, "I reckon it won't be so easy for you to go back now."
"What should we do then?" Xiao Han asked, "I can't go back to the restaurant either. I don't know who leaked that I work at Hanmen Restaurant. Now those reporters are staking out the entrance. Sigh, what a hassle."
