Both Zheng-Fu and the young man were already on board before the young man ordered his underling to set sail. It was not long after that the ship began to move away from the port.
“Master Hai-Dong, I've already dealt with the matter you have commanded, sir!” suddenly, the middle-aged man that Hai-Dong had commanded earlier walked in and reported the results of his task to the young man.
“Thank you!” The young man simply turned around and gave a friendly smile to the middle-aged man before turning to look at Zheng-Fu and saying, “I'll take you to your room, and we'll meet here again at dusk.” Then he walked ahead of Zheng-Fu.
“Yeah...”
Zheng-Fu only let out a short sound and followed him. But before he left that point, he turned to look at the middle-aged man who was still standing with a smile, with which Zheng-Fu could feel bad things floating around in an instant.