The fish shop owner instantly thought of something and broke out in a cold sweat. If that was really the case, then the other side had truly written this plea for help with the intention of digging their graves.
That would have been one thing in the past. Lingwu City's defenses had been lax, with few restrictions on entering or leaving. They could come and go freely, and they had hidden their identities well enough that they might not have been discovered.
But not now. The major powers within the city had practically been twisted into a single rope by the County King's Mansion and Meng Zhao. Whether it was merely an imposing facade or strong on the outside but hollow within, the momentum was there for all to see. Who would not be intimidated?
If—and this was only if—they truly brought the Jingshan Bandits out of the refugee camp for a few trifling profits, it would be fine if those people behaved themselves. But if they tried to stir up any trouble, they would surely be implicated and dragged down with them.
"Damn it, I knew those Liang Prefecture thieves were no good—faithless and treacherous bastards."
Once Leader Li heard what the fish shop owner said, he too realized that this matter was not simple. It was not merely a question of rescuing them. Bringing out a pack of ungrateful wretches would have been one thing; what he feared most was pulling out a bottomless pit that would bury the Wu River Pirates along with it.
"Then... what do we do? Pretend we know nothing about this?"
The fish shop owner hesitated. Times were not good now. Transportation throughout Lingwu City was still half-paralyzed, while water transport had become unprecedentedly deserted. For the time being, the water pirates had