The tenth day of the twelfth lunar month.
The Heavenly Branch of the Military Intelligence Department wishes everyone a Happy New Year.
In the noodle shop, a shrill voice from beneath the Treasure Monkey mask said, "A mouse giving New Year's greetings to a cat, defying the heavens!"
A hoarse voice said, "You're courting death!"
The woman laughed mockingly, "They first stole your firearms and then wish you a Happy New Year. What can you do about it? If you have the ability, catch them first instead of boasting here."
Chen Ji quietly looked down at the newspaper in his hands, searching for any other information.
The Earthly Branches of the Military Intelligence Department—Si Caogui, Si Caoxin, Si Caoding—were all especially low-key and restrained, but the Heavenly Branch was completely different in nature.
Bai Long looked at Chen Ji: "What does Lord Binghu think?"
Chen Ji replied without revealing his emotions, "What does Lord Bai Long think?"
