Baihua County, Jiujiang Dock.
The sky was slightly flawed as a dilapidated multi-storied boat docked at the shore.
"This is Baihua County, I wonder what's so special about it. It's really an overkill to send the two of us brothers here to spy," said Zhou Hu, blending in with the crowd, dressed in a tattered robe patched all over, his hair disheveled and his face covered in dirt.
At a glance, he seemed nothing out of the ordinary, barely distinguishable from the refugees on the dock.
He stretched lazily on the wooden steps, hearing a crisp crack.
That made him feel much more comfortable.
He jumped off the steps with a relaxed posture, landing firmly on the ground.
"Look more, do more, talk less," said a middle-aged man next to Zhou Hu. Dressed in a dark yellow cloak and wearing a small black cap, he looked like an accountant. Below his chin, a mole sported three black hairs.
This man was Ding Meng, Zhou Hu's companion.
