"What's your plan?"
The road was pitch-black, and visibility was extremely poor.
Xu Yanxing held a Tin Flashlight in his hand. Its dim yellow beam pierced the darkness, extending their visibility a considerable distance ahead.
They had left the Flower Queen Tower.
They had arrived on the street.
The good news was that the gale had weakened somewhat compared to before. The bad news was that a thin mist seemed to be spreading in the distance.
Damn it!
Everyone knew.
Once fog descended on Gray Mist Port, it became more dangerous than ever!
"I'm a water bandit, not the Water God." Yao Hu shrugged. "I've only heard about this kind of thing. I've never seen it before. What can I do?"
"There are at least eight or nine thousand water bandits in Gray Mist Port."
"Are they all experts?"
"If we're going to die, then we'll die."
"You asked me about my plan, so I'll follow the water bandits' tradition. When in doubt, charge ahead!"
Yao Hu spoke with great confidence.
"This reckless bastard..." Xu Yanxing regretted his decision somewhat.
He had thought this guy had some good solution. Instead, only after they left did Yao Hu tell them that following the street back to the Amber was his entire plan.
The Amber had a main cannon.
It should be able to protect them...
Hmm.
Should?
Xu Yanxing came from a moderately prominent family in Caomiao Village. The education he had received since childhood emphasized planning before taking action.
Decisiveness was essential.
But recklessness was absolutely forbidden!
This upbringing had made him habitually leave himself a way out, always wanting to make proper arrangements before taking action.
As for what was called decisiveness...
In his opinion, it meant carrying out a plan firmly once it had been made.
But the