After burying Zhang Qizheng's body, the group finally felt the weight lift from their shoulders. They boarded the boat and headed for the shore opposite the island.
Everyone seemed fairly relaxed along the way, except Tang Qisheng and Zhu Jie. The two sat far off by the side of the boat, seeming out of place among the group. Huai Yi knew what was troubling them, so he smiled and reassured them not to be afraid. Everyone was a good person, just like him. They generally didn't kill people to cover things up.
Tang Qisheng nearly burst into tears at that. He had once prided himself on being a tough person, and had struggled through countless missions to stay alive. But this time was different. This mission had completely shattered everything he had ever thought he knew about missions.
The danger went without saying. Just consider that Jiang Cheng and the others had killed the Night Watch's president. The president of the Night Watch—a legendary figure Tang Qisheng had never expected to meet in his entire life—had actually been killed. News of such a shocking event would spread before long.
Tang Qisheng knew he was just a nobody scraping by in the mission world. He couldn't afford to cross Jiang Cheng and his extraordinary companions, much less the massive force that was the Night Watch. Who was right and who was wrong between them wasn't something a nobody like him should concern himself with. Put simply, he wanted nothing to do with either side. He had no interest in saving the world; he just wanted to stay alive.
If the Night Watch learned he had been involved in the president's death, he could talk until he was blue in the face and still never clear his name. Besides, he had heard