Even beneath the cover of night, Jiang Dali's mighty, imposing physique and the great blade on his back, flashing with an eerie, miserable green radiance beneath the moon like a calling card, constantly proclaimed his identity. At once, the Twin Dragons Gang members aboard the opposite boat were so intimidated that their hearts pounded wildly. They stared at one another, and the atmosphere became utterly terrifying.
Jiang Dali was clearly their superior's superior. They should have immediately paid respects to such a great figure, yet as trusted aides, they also knew of the Twin Dragons' current predicament. How could they not feel uneasy and afraid?
"Greetings, Stronghold Chief!"
In the end, reason overcame fear. The burly men all clasped their fists and bowed to Jiang Dali, their expressions and manner incomparably respectful.
At this moment, the people waiting inside the boat had also been alerted and emerged.
One was dignified and imposing, with bright, piercing tiger eyes. Beneath his broad forehead, those eyes gleamed with intelligence and a captivating aura, and he carried himself like a general long tempered by the battlefield.
The other was refined and unrestrained, like a hermit dwelling amid mountain streams. Beneath his handsome features lay a fearless stubbornness, while his elegance carried a touch of maturity and detachment.
They were none other than the carefree Xu Ziling and the naturally domineering Kou Zhong.
A fisherman by the ferry sensed that something was wrong. He immediately cast his net and swiftly retreated far away.
"Stronghold Chief!"
"We never expected you to lower yourself and come find us personally!"
Xu Ziling and Kou Zhong exchanged smiles, then simultaneously clasped their fists and bowed to Jiang Dali.
Before deciding to meet Jiang Dali, they too had felt uneasy and hesitant.
No matter how open-minded a person was, when