Qin Huai: "This is our business. We will follow Mr. Chen's orders to try to rescue the King, but as for how, you don't need to worry about that."
Windsor wanted to ask more, but seeing the grim look on Qin Huai's face, fearing suspicion, dared not ask further.
The car headed towards the palace, fireworks blooming across the sky of the entire city, with the sound of firecrackers rising and falling.
At this moment, Qin Huai's mood, however, had calmed down.
He suddenly felt, what was this? There's nothing different from usual; perhaps it could all end before dawn.
The new year is about to arrive.
Tonight is New Year's Eve.
...
Qin Huai arrived at the palace gate with a few soldiers. Today, the number of guards at the gate was ten times usual, every one of them armed with real rifles, and some carrying submachine guns, all ready for combat. From the soldiers' expressions, one could see they were completely different from the ones who generally guarded the palace.
