Hmm?
There was an inside man?
No, this was reverse infiltration—some pirate had stepped forward, intending to sell out the people ashore to buy back his own life?
With a gesture from Shen Le, two tenant farmers from his clan beside him understood at once. They stepped forward, seized the pirate who had shouted that he wanted to identify the culprit, and dragged him toward the tiled house.
Braving the stench of blood, filth, dampness, mold, and some unidentifiable odor, Shen Le forced himself into the house, intending to find somewhere to sit and conduct an interrogation.
Glancing around upon entering, he saw a young girl in the bedroom to the left, her clothes in tatters. Clutching a strip of cloth that barely covered anything, she was desperately shrinking back onto the bed.
With a sigh, he instructed his subordinates to pick up the broken wooden door lying flat on the ground and prop it against the doorway between the main room and the east room. Only then did he sit down by the table.
"What were you trying to say just now?"
"I... I know who gave us directions and told us to come ashore to loot..."
"Who?"
"The Wang Family! The Wang Family! The ones who sell ships!" Seeing Shen Le ask, the pirate whose hands were bound behind his back grew a little bolder. Raising his head, he said, "Last month, our boss took some men ashore to buy grain. When he came back, he said he had news. That day, when he led us up there, he knew which storehouses to enter and where there was stuff to carry off. If that wasn't an inside man, what was?"
"How do you know it was the Wang Family?" Shen Le frowned. The pirate straightened a little on