A waning moon hung in the sky. A misty fog enveloped the Luohe River.
Seven or eight fast boats broke through the fog and sped towards the upper reaches of the Luohe River.
Chen Mu sat awkwardly at the bow of the boat, trying his best not to turn around.
At the stern, Lin Que's orange-skinned face was flushed red, yet he continued rowing furiously to urge the boat on.
His eyes glared at the gray-clad underling ahead, his teeth itching with hatred. He, the leader of the Jinghong Gang, was actually rowing a boat for his underling?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he asked coldly, "Who are you with?"
"Hasn't that already been said?" Chen Mu asked, confused. "It's Zhang Yun, the leader."
"Zhang Yun has three boats under his command. I'm asking which boat you usua
