Meng Fuyao stepped onto the boat and smiled at the shining sabers.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," she greeted.
The leader was a man in yellow robes, and he looked visibly enraged as he roared, "Who are you! How dare you disrupt our gang's ceremony!"
"How old-fashioned, what age is it already, still using human sacrifices?" Meng Fuyao wriggled her eyebrows at the unconscious person in Tie Cheng's arms. The person had a face as small as a palm, his hair sticking to his pale face, making him look even frailer. He was bound tightly by leader ropes, and Tie Cheng was busy trying to untie him. Looking at the person's age, he was clearly still a child.
"That's our business!" The yellow-robed man yelled, "Aren't you afraid of death, an outsider poking your nose into our business?"
