A few meters in front of the yard's gate stood a centuries-old banyan tree that shaded the sky. Every day, many dried yellow leaves would fall, and the wind would blow them into the courtyard.
When they lived together at their secret base, one of their daily chores was to sweep up the leaves, gathering nearly a pound of dried leaves each day. After accumulating a substantial amount, they would play with fire in the yard.
Xu Qingfan pulled open the black garbage bag, giving Lin Wanning enough space to dump the trash into it.
After packing the last small pile of leaves, the yard was restored to its clean and tidy appearance.
"Alright, wash your hands and get ready to go report to the police," Xu Qingfan said after wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Brother Qingfan, when are we going to play with fire and roast duck? The bag is almost full!" Lin Wanning asked, turning around after moving a full bag of dried leaves to the corner.
