The setting sun was falling, and the sunlight slanted across the river's surface, causing the water to ripple glisteningly.
On the deck, four brothers from Huazhu County clasped their fists together.
Liang Qu was taken aback.
He had never expected anyone to come seeking his protection and fell into deep thought for a moment.
Could he really become a supporting mountain for others now?
Yan Qingshan and the others held their breath, heads bowed.
They had thought that by joining the Fishing Tax Office, they could properly handle their duties and secure resources for themselves.
They did not anticipate such a clear divide within, with the factions not even sharing the same workspace, but instead located on two separate boats.
After inquiring here and there, the four chose the more moderate Xu Yuelong's faction; however, once inside, they found the truth in the saying that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
Where could it genuinely be easy to fit in?
