How Could There Be Such a Weak Old Man?

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

Led by Zheng Wu, the patriarch of Sansheng Gate, the pit-digging squad worked diligently every day, digging pits.

"Hmph!"

"To think that I, the mighty patriarch of Sansheng Gate, am digging cesspits here—what a disgrace!"

Seeing no one around, Zheng Wu slammed his palm into the cesspit and vented his frustration.

He could suck up to Lou Benwei all he wanted, but that did not mean he was happy about it.

He still wanted to leave.

"Yes, Patriarch. Forget someone of your status—even we feel humiliated beyond measure!"

"Yes, Patriarch."

"This can't go on. Hurry up and think of something!"

The others urged him anxiously, their faces tense.

"Indeed, sitting here and waiting for death is no solution."

Zheng Wu propped up his chin and pondered seriously.

"How about this? You keep working hard here," Zheng Wu said. "I'll scout the surroundings and find out exactly where this place is."

"Once I've figured everything out, it won't be too late to make plans!"

"Alright, Patriarch. Thank you for your trouble."

"Patriarch, you must be careful."

"We shall wait here for your triumphant return."

Everyone spoke in turn.

Zheng Wu nodded solemnly, then headed toward the bustling part of the island.

Though his freedom had not been restricted here, perhaps because he wanted to appear diligent before Lou Benwei, he had spent every day digging pits without stopping for even a moment.

Thus, this was his first time truly getting to know Shadow Island.

"This place doesn't seem particularly unusual!"

Before long, Zheng Wu had reached Shadow Island's main street.

People streamed along the street in an endless, bustling flow.

Zheng Wu could not see anything unusual about them.

"Huh, something's not right!"

Suddenly, Zheng Wu noticed something amiss.

With a single