"Mm, Iron Palm Cheng Tian'en and Springing Leg Zhu Fuguang—the two of them seemed to have a pretty good relationship."
Fang Zhixing withdrew his gaze, pondered briefly, then looked again toward the distant river.
By now, the river bandits had all climbed aboard in twos and threes, breaking into a chaotic melee with the people on the Wu Family merchant ship.
At the same time, the fire aboard the Wu Family merchant ship burned ever fiercer, billowing thick smoke that obscured the view.
"Right, what business was the Wu Family in again?"
Mr. Qian muttered, then his expression suddenly changed. He cried, "Now there's a show to watch. That ship might explode."
Everyone was baffled.
Mr. Qian explained unhurriedly, "The Wu Family trades in lamp oil. If I'm not mistaken, that ship is loaded with a large number of oil barrels."
The words had barely left his mouth when—BOOM!
Amid blinding light and a thunderous explosion, the Wu Family merchant ship suddenly came apart in a sky full of flames. Fragments blasted outward in every direction, and a black mushroom cloud even rose from the river's surface.
The small boats surrounding the Wu Family merchant ship were all blown away.
Then waves more than ten meters high surged up from the river, sweeping toward both banks and crashing up and down the waterway.
Splash, splash, splash—
Muddy waves towered into the sky, the water heaving violently. They soon struck the large ship Fang Zhixing was on, one wave after another.
The large ship immediately began to rock violently.
Fang Zhixing and the others had been prepared, so they were not greatly affected.
But those hiding in the cabins had no idea what was happening.
"Ah, why is the ship shaking?"
"Have the river bandits attacked?"
"Mother dear, my life is