Xu Fei couldn’t openly help Hua Ling move to a new place, as that would surely tip off Hao Ge.
He reinstalled the removed cameras exactly as they were, using the Hell Ear technique to delete all other content from them.
Then Xu Fei had Bai Zhan send several people to temporarily protect Hua Ling’s safety.
“For the next day or two, just live normally in the house, but be mindful of where the cameras are, and don’t raise any suspicions.”
“You only need to hold on for a couple of days, got it?”
Hua Ling, now fully composed, nodded earnestly.
“I understand, Brother Fei, I’ll do exactly as you say.”
Then Xu Fei took a photo of Hua Ling, quickly left the apartment, and drove to a mysterious alley.
This was, of course, the residence of Duanmu Yun, the master of disguise.
Xu Fei and Duanmu Yun had once clashed before becoming good friends, or so Xu Fei thought.
He was unaware that Duanmu Yun harboured feelings of admiration for him, too shy to confess.
Entering the courtyard again, Xu Fei wasn’t fazed by the many dummy puppets placed around.
As he stepped into the yard, the door swung open automatically, and Duanmu Yun’s voice came from inside.
“You really only show up when you need something!”
Her words carried less mockery and more a hint of jealousy.
Xu Fei reflected and realised he might indeed be a bit inconsiderate, only visiting when he needed help, so he walked in with an awkward smile.
“Heh heh, sorry about that, I’m here to ask for your help again.”
“Because you’re just too brilliant, probably the only one in the capital who can help me!”
Seeing Xu Fei rub his hands nervously and even muster a rare compliment, Duanmu Yun, though sensing his effort was a bit forced, felt pleased and flattered.
“Alright, alright, if you’re bad at compliments, don’t bother, it’s awkward to hear. Just tell me what you need!” she said.
Seeing her straightforwardness, Xu Fei didn’t hold back and explained the situation in detail.
After hearing everything, Duanmu Yun naturally felt deep hatred for the unseen Hao Ge and great sympathy for Hua Ling.
“Sigh, why don’t all you rotten men just drop dead? Always scheming against us! We have it so tough!” she complained.
Her words seemed to indirectly scold Xu Fei, who immediately slapped his thigh and said, “Don’t say that, you’re hitting friendly forces! Not all men are as vile as Hao Ge.”
“Once you help me deal with him, I’ll personally treat you to a big meal, how about that?”
Duanmu Yun wasn’t interested in the meal; what she truly wanted was some alone time with Xu Fei.
Even a short moment would be worth it.
So she readily agreed, saying to Xu Fei, “Don’t worry, go have some tea over there, I’ll have the mask ready soon.”
