If one word had to describe Leader Li's mood right now, it would probably be "laughing through tears."
He was a river bandit, a water pirate, one of the pirate chiefs rooted along the Wu River and running rampant through its tributaries. His usual trade was the ruthless, blade-licking business of bloodshed; corpses carpeted the fields wherever he went. He was absolutely no kind soul.
Helping others for pleasure was something he had never considered, much less imagined that one day he would become entangled with those words.
"What was Wang Xu thinking? Did he really believe that just because we're all part of the Heavenly Wolf Alliance, we're one big family? He can't be that stupid, can he?"
Leader Li was actually rather baffled. This letter had been written by Wang Xu, the leader of the Jingshan Bandits, to the Eldest Brother of their Wu River Pirates. But with no channel of contact and no knowledge of their Eldest Brother's true identity or residence, Wang Xu had come to him, hoping he would deliver it on his behalf.
As for how this started, back when they had sworn the alliance oath, he had chatted and bragged with a Jingshan Bandit chief, leaving behind a secret contact route—the location of this fish shop. That was why they had come looking for him.
The contents of the letter were quite interesting as well. Wang Xu recounted how he had been beaten down in Liang Prefecture. With nowhere else to turn, he had fled to Lingwu City and was now confined with a group of refugees, unable to contact the outside world.
His circumstances were especially harsh. Every day, he drank thin gruel, never ate his fill, and lacked both warm clothing and food. Even his cultivation showed signs of declining.
Thus,