"I just ran into an acquaintance."
Yao Hu and Yao Hu walked along the pier, watching a group of fishermen carry basket after basket of their catch off the boats.
"Water bandits fish too?"
Jiang Qiao asked curiously.
"No, he's not a water bandit. He's part of the port's gang." Yao Hu explained.
"Gray Mist Port has gangs too?"
Jiang Qiao was even more surprised.
Did something that only existed in ordinary human society also exist in this Supernatural World, where everyone was a hot-tempered tough guy?
"Of course there are gangs if there are water bandits."
"What's so strange about that?"
Yao Hu looked at Jiang Qiao in confusion.
"They control the fishing industry at the port, collecting the fishermen's catch and selling it inland."
"The fish from Mirror Lake are delicious."
"They also have some special effects that make people feel very relaxed."
Perhaps noticing that Jiang Qiao lacked some "common sense," Yao Hu continued explaining before Jiang Qiao could ask, "These so-called gangs are also tolerated by the port."
"There are some matters outside the rules that the Port Management Committee can't conveniently handle itself."
"People are strange creatures."
"Everyone knows who supports the gangs from behind the scenes, but they tacitly avoid mentioning it. Any complaints are directed at the gangs instead."
Yao Hu chuckled.
So that was how it worked.
Jiang Qiao nodded.
He understood.
Actually, it wasn't hard to understand. It was simply a matter of needing a pair of gloves and a layer of insulation.
Dirty work was done through a layer of gloves.
The gloves were what got dirty.
When they could no longer be cleaned, they could just be thrown away.
Then they could push forward a scapegoat.
Claim that he had been the one supporting it.
Give him a symbolic