Two hours later.
The hardened bandits of Overlord Stronghold appeared outside Western Harbor in groups.
Ten thousand men gathered.
Every bandit had gold tucked into his waistband and pockets stuffed with banknotes. They had made a fortune.
When they saw Hu Du and the others appear, their faces lit up.
"Young chief, we're going home fully loaded this time!"
"Follow the eldest young master, and you'll eat nine meals a day."
"Haha, that felt great! If only we could do it again sometime."
Looking at the fishing boats neatly lined up along the shore, everyone brimmed with energy.
They all knew they were going home.
On this trip, Overlord Stronghold had taken the art of robbery to its absolute limit.
Anything they could move, anything worth money-they had taken it all.
"I knew Fourth Master would find a way. With this many fishing boats, we can get home in a few trips."
No one knew when Zuo Ju had prepared the fishing boats.
Nor did anyone know how he had put them here without anyone noticing.
But without question, these fishing boats would carry them home in triumph.
"Eldest young master, when are we heading back?"
They could hardly wait to go home and retire.
Hu Du exchanged complicated looks with his brothers, then pinched out his cigarette with his bare fingers, guilt weighing on him.
"After this job, you're all fucking rich. Once you get back... live properly. Don't fucking blow all your money in brothels and gambling dens."
"This time, the five of us won't be leaving with you."
With that, all five stepped back together.
If someone was destined to be sacrificed... it could only be them.
"Wh-what do you mean?"
The bandits exchanged bewildered looks.
Hu Du did not look as though he was joking.
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