Lai Zhirui defected on the twenty-ninth day.
In the cold fire and sparse light beneath the frost and dew, a dim snowy intention hung over the wild clouds.
The chilly night wind howled deep into the third watch, while Yancheng slumbered in the tranquil night. At Luosu Wharf to the west of the city, groups of men holding torches boarded the ships in an orderly fashion, steered by experienced hands, and set off in the direction of Sha Corner Island, following the night breeze.
"We are making the move several days ahead of schedule, attacking at night,"
Quan Ziju stood beside Zhao Rong, his gaze deep and tranquil, "And roused the martial figures of Red Wolf Gang to help in the darkness. Within less than the time it takes two sticks of incense to burn, they gathered at the wharf. Initially, only a select few leaders and trusted individuals knew, so Sha Corner Island is likely to be caught off guard."
