Feelings in the Night

Anyone would be frightened by his own niece's methods.

The others, meanwhile, had gathered around Wang Linger, constantly cheering her on. After briefly lecturing them, Wang Zhuang made his way to the second-to-last carriage in the convoy.

He carefully swept his gaze around. Only after confirming that no one was watching did he lightly lift a corner of the heavy curtain on the camel carriage. With a flash, he slipped into the deeper darkness inside.

The interior was larger than it appeared from outside and had clearly been specially reinforced. The thick canvas shut out the light and most of the noise from outside, leaving the air somewhat stifling. Three figures sat steadily in the corner, nearly blending into the darkness.

"Greetings, honored guests!"

Wang Zhuang bowed slightly in the darkness, his voice carrying unquestionable respect. At the same time, he quickly glanced over the three people inside, carefully catching the slightest changes in their expressions to determine whether they harbored any dissatisfaction.

"Captain Wang, there is no need to be so polite." The leader spoke in an even voice, devoid of much emotion yet carrying the calm detachment of someone long accustomed to luxury.

Hearing the response and sensing no obvious reproach, Wang Zhuang quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

After choosing his words carefully, he explained, "Taking that man in today was mainly meant to throw others off. If we guarded ourselves too heavily, people would instead spot something amiss. The more loose and casual we appear, the more likely we are to avoid those dangers."

The voice fell silent for a moment, then seemed to carry a hint of approval. "We are not as experienced as Captain Wang in such matters. You may handle the details as you see fit. We will not impose any pressure on