By the time Yang Ge reached the docks, he could already see Li Jincheng swinging his saber at people from afar.
He casually fished out a copper coin and flicked it at Li Jincheng's blade, knocking it aside, then leaped aboard his boat. A glance around revealed several corpses on the deck-Chain Wharf underlings dressed as boatmen...
Three million taels of silver had vanished, and he had barely felt a thing.
But the sight of those corpses suddenly left him weary at heart...
Li Jincheng's face was frighteningly dark. His eyes were fixed on the underlings before him, and one hand clenched his steel saber so tightly that its grip creaked.
"It's all right. I'm here."
Yang Ge gently patted his shoulder, then reached out with both hands and slowly took the saber from him before tossing it onto the deck.
Then he turned to Wu Eryong, who had jogged up behind him. "Eryong, make the arrangements. Leave a few men to clean this place up, then take the rest into town for a good meal and some rest."
Wu Eryong struggled to control his breathing and instinctively looked at Li Jincheng.
Li Jincheng bit hard at the corner of his lip and took several deep breaths before barely managing to suppress his anger. "Do as Second Master says," he said stiffly.
"Yes."
Wu Eryong let out a huge breath of relief and pointed twice into the crowd. "Liu Da, Zhang Er, take your men and clean this place up. Wipe away all the blood, then go back to your own boats and stay there. We'll bring you something to eat. Everyone else, come into town with me for a proper feast..."
The huddled underlings felt a great weight lift from their shoulders. Overcome with gratitude, they all clasped their