In the end, it was he who helped the other person up.
They walked out of the small hut.
Only then did they notice that a group of twenty to thirty porters had lined up, waiting to receive food in a small shed.
The so-called food was actually a joke.
A bowl of vegetable porridge with straw mixed in, and a black bun.
Having experienced it yesterday, neither of them held back, gobbling it down in a frenzy.
Tiger Three, seeing this, smiled slightly, thinking that the two were quite adaptable and quick to blend in.
All the arrogance from the previous day was gone.
Their newfound humility amused him.
The work of these porters in the morning was to carry sacks from the merchant ships docked at the pier.
Each sack weighed at least a hundred pounds.
Despite Jian Wushuang's endurance, after several trips, he found it unbearable.
He even regretted not escaping the previous night.
