Yang Ge rushed to the dock and from a distance, he saw Li Jincheng swinging his knife, chopping at people.
He casually flicked a copper coin, knocking Li Jincheng's knife askew, then leaped onto Li Jincheng's boat. After a quick glance around, he saw several bodies of Lianhuan Fort deckhands already lying on the deck...
Three million taels of silver had flown away, yet it hadn't stirred any emotion within him.
However, seeing these bodies, he suddenly felt weary at heart...
Li Jincheng's face was terribly somber, his gaze fixed tightly on the underlings before him, one hand gripping the steel knife so tightly it squeaked.
"It's okay, I'm here."
Yang Ge gently patted his shoulder, slowly took the steel knife from his hand and threw it to the ground.
He then turned his head and said to Wu Eryong, who was running up, "Er Yong, arrange for some brothers to clean this place up. Take the rest into town to have a good meal and rest."
