They traveled at breakneck speed through the night.
By dawn the next day, Ye City's gates were already in sight.
The Flying Fish Gang's main headquarters was not inside the city, but in a secluded manor on its outskirts.
Women abducted from the surrounding villages and counties would first be imprisoned in the manor for a time, their spirits worn down.
Only when the black market opened once every half month would they be collectively sold to brothels or entertainment houses.
Thus, the three of them took a detour around Ye City.
They raced toward the southeastern outskirts.
The sun had climbed high in the sky.
Wu De was starving and parched atop the black donkey. He had been bound up like a rice dumpling and slung sideways across its back.
After traveling all this way,
he felt as though even his bile was about to be jolted out.
Suddenly,
at the end of the shaded forest path stood the grand gates of a manor. Vermilion hardwood, brass studs, several zhang high—magnificent and imposing.
They displayed the Flying Fish Gang's abundant wealth.
Two guards with sabers hanging at their waists stood at the entrance as well.
They had arrived.
According to Wu De, the Flying Fish Gang's leader was a Second-Class Realm martial artist.
The entire gang dealt exclusively in human trafficking.
They were generally cautious and never fought for supremacy with others, so they had survived long and lived well.
Unfortunately,
if you often walked by the riverbank, how could your shoes stay dry?
From within the forest, Shen Yi looked at the gates in the distance.
"How should we do this?"
"Courtesy first, force afterward—or do we just kill our way in?"
According to Wu De, there should be nearly a hundred people in the entire manor, including