"He Old Ghost, what do you mean by this?" Huang Xiaohei demanded darkly, his face clouded.
He Old Ghost.
The most senior ferryman in all of Ferryport Town.
At the same time...
He was also the most notorious glutton, bandit, and murderer—no stranger to killing and looting.
Only in recent years had he become a bit more restrained.
Xiao Yi had flaunted his wealth by spending heavily.
Huang Xiaohei intercepted him midway and snatched his business.
This was why He Old Ghost had gathered his old cohorts and chased after them.
From several other ferries, a few figures began stepping out, their blazing, greedy gazes fixed squarely on Xiao Yi and Huang Xiaohei: "He Old Boss, the fat prey you mentioned is that kid, right? Tsk tsk, a thousand essence stones handed over just like that—looks like this catch is truly rich!"
"Why waste time talking? Lay them out and slice them up. Their valuables will be ours!"
"If you don't want to die, surrender everything of value on you..."
