High Ranged Damage, High Melee Damage

At night, a fishing boat slowly approached from the distance along the river.

"It's finally coming."

Du Mu sat by the shore, wearing a fisherman's hat and a windbreaker, a fishing rod in hand, disguised as an angler.

As expected of a professional, Du Mu was clearly far more meticulous than those peripheral members of the False Face Society.

He had been fishing for so long, throwing bait into the water like crazy—at least half a bucket's worth—but he had not caught a single fish. His bucket was completely empty. Anyone who saw him would have no doubt that he was a true angler.

Du Mu's mouth twitched. "I shouldn't have given the Automatic Fishing Rod to Wanda."

The fishing boat gradually neared the shore. The blond man immediately set down his rod, stood up, pulled out a flashlight, and flashed it three times toward the river.

Very quickly, the fishing boat flashed its lights back several times.

Once the signals matched, the fishing boat slowly docked. A rope from the bow was tossed over a concrete bollard on the pier, and two crew members swiftly set up the gangplank on deck.

A lean man was the first to walk down the gangplank. His gaze swept over the faces on the pier before finally settling on Du Mu.

"Why does this face look a little unfamiliar?"

"He's Lee. You met him before. You've forgotten him already?"

The blond man stepped forward to explain. Lee was an Asian member of their False Face Society, and his status was fairly high.

The lean man looked surprised. "But he doesn't really look the same. I remember Lee wore glasses."

Du Mu remained perfectly calm as he took a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on.

"How about now?"

"Jesus Christ,