A waning moon hung in the sky. Mist shrouded the Luo River.
Seven or eight swift boats broke through the fog, rowing rapidly upstream along the Luo River.
Chen Mu sat awkwardly at the bow, doing his best not to turn around.
At the stern, Lin Que's orange-peel face was flushed bright red. Yet he still grunted as he worked the oars and drove the boat onward.
He glared at the gray-clad underling ahead of him, his teeth itching with hatred. A Hall Master of the Jinghong Gang was actually rowing for an underling?
The more he thought about it, the more stifled he felt. He asked coldly, "Who do you usually work under?"
Hadn't he already said? Chen Mu was baffled. "Boat master Zhang Yun."
"Zhang Yun has three boats under him. I'm asking which boat you usually serve on." What bastard would take a fancy to a useless thing like you who couldn't even handle a boat?
Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, I guard the warehouse."
Lin Que frowned. "Old Zhao has always been in charge of the warehouse. If you follow Zhang Yun, why would you be guarding it?!"
Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat. Damn it, I'm about to be exposed!
"You worthless fool! Zhang Yun can't even keep his own people in line, yet he dares slip someone into another man's ranks! Trying to play spy in my territory? When I get back, I'll divorce his sister!" Lin Que snapped in frustration.
Chen Mu: ... Fine, as long as you can make sense of it.
"That's not right. You're this useless—how could Old Zhao have failed to notice?" Lin Que's brows knitted tighter.
"I... I don't know." Chen Mu had no idea how to talk his way out of this either.
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