On the river, three bandit ships had linked up with the merchant vessel. One corpse after another was thrown into the river, and the once-fiery cries of battle gradually weakened.
Inside the room, Red Jade watched the situation outside through the crack in the door, a complicated expression appearing on her face.
"Young Master, Lin Yong has been killed. The attackers should be the River-Sweeping Bandits. They have two first-rate martial artists, and one of them cultivates talisman arts. Blades and spears cannot harm him. He is likely Ironman Tu, the River-Sweeping Bandits' leader. The guards aboard the ship are nearly being slaughtered to the last man."
The complexity in her expression faded into worry as Red Jade turned her gaze toward An Yuxuan, who was meditating and regulating his breathing.
The escape had not been smooth sailing. In its early stages, An Yuxuan's whereabouts had accidentally been discovered. That time had been extremely dangerous. If not for some trump cards granted by his family, he might very well have been captured. Even so, he had suffered serious injuries.
Hearing this, An Yuxuan finally opened his eyes.
"Lin Yong really was useless trash."
A trace of anger surfaced on his pale face as An Yuxuan rose to his feet. He felt no sorrow over Lin Yong's death, only rage—rage at Lin Yong's incompetence for failing to block these bandits for him.
Seeing An Yuxuan like this, Red Jade said nothing and merely lowered her head in silence.
"Our tracks cannot be exposed. Since we are acting, then let them all die here."
As he spoke, An Yuxuan swallowed a pill to suppress his injuries.
Once that was done, he walked out of the room. By then, the battle on deck had completely ended. After Lin Yong died, faced with those