Rushing sounds~
The river water churned, accompanying the ship as it gradually sank.
The ferry dock was extremely quiet; one could hear a pin drop.
Fang Zhixing and Xigou stood shoulder to shoulder.
Before long, noises started echoing all around.
A group of people appeared and surrounded them.
They were numerous, more than one hundred and fifty in total.
A man and a woman stood at the forefront.
The man was in the prime of his life, appearing around forty, with a big beard, fierce eyes, large and robust, possessing a majestic aura.
The woman was much younger, under thirty, of plain appearance, with large hands and feet, dressed in blue and sporting a red cape, with two short blades at her waist.
Big Beard stepped forward and greeted with cupped hands, "May I ask if you are the esteemed Fang Maofu?"
Fang Zhixing replied indifferently, "What if I am?"