"Is everything Uncle Hu said true?"
Unable to contain herself, Zheng Xiu stood up and took a few steps forward, disregarding the mud staining her snow-white cape.
The marks of fingers still visible on Hu Bailing's face, he spoke in a muffled and stuffy tone, "A typhoon struck that day at sea, and even after fleeing far away we nearly got swept up in it. Later, we captured a man who said a giant whirlpool had swallowed many of the government's iron ships, and they suffered heavy casualties, but Tianbao disappeared as well."
After finishing, Hu Bailing glanced up and saw, standing behind this elfin girl, four gaunt men with red headscarves, each with a tense expression and bulging temple muscles exuding an indescribable aura of menace – they were Red Flag's Gaoli ghosts.
His heart chilled, and the visages of Madam Shi and Tianbao flashed involuntarily through his mind.
