"What do you guys play to kill time while you're on duty?"
In the patrol camp's captain's lounge, Le Yu fanned away the milky-white smoke in front of his nose and suddenly asked.
Everyone looked at Le Yu curiously.
They had been taking patrol shifts for over a week. In their impression, Jing Zhengwei had always kept to himself and disliked making friends. Aside from being fairly familiar with his deputy, Qin Leyin, he had barely interacted with any of the other Young Masters.
They found that rather incredible. Everyone here was the handpicked heir of one of the merchant associations, and there weren't many idiots among them. Even if they couldn't figure it out themselves, their elders would tell them the purpose behind serving on patrol duty.
They certainly weren't here to experience the life of the lower classes.
Besides representing the Silver Blood Society in controlling the patrols, they were here to form close bonds of comradeship with the other Young Masters while on duty. Quite a few had even agreed to head to Fragrant Snow Sea together after their shifts, arm in arm, to have some fun. Naturally, their relationships progressed rapidly.
After suffering together—serving on patrol counted as suffering for them—and enjoying good fortune together, wouldn't the Silver Blood Society become even more closely knit? If you had a beautiful younger sister and I had an older sister who roared like a lion, perhaps the two of us could take things a step further and become in-laws...
To be fair, there were quite a few people who wanted to curry favor with Jing Zhengwei. Setting aside the fact that the Jing Family Patriarch was gravely ill and Jing Zhengwei might suddenly become the family patriarch in a few days, filling these scions who were eagerly waiting