After Wang Deli lowered his bow, a wide grin spread across his face.
Behind him stood dozens of armored soldiers, clearly prepared for this encounter.
On the deck of the ship, Zeng Shilin stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the people on the shore of Shuiyun Island.
When his eyes met Zeng Anmin's across the distance, his brows furrowed deeply.
"Hehe." Zeng Anmin felt a bit guilty.
Could the plotting between a father and son really be called scheming? He simply shifted his gaze to Qi Linxian, who was on the small boat by the shore, and shouted a reminder, "Don't let him get away!"
Qi Linxian's expression was exceedingly gloomy. Clearly, he had not expected Zeng Anmin to calculate everything to such an extent.
The atmosphere gradually grew heavy.
