"Suspicious?" Zhong Yi asked softly from inside the car.
Wan Jiang shook his head, "No news yet, they likely haven't noticed. With so many people tonight, we should make some progress."
"That depends on luck. Pei Zheng is a ruthless person. We can find another opportunity if there's no news, but we mustn't let anyone discover our actions."
"Understood."
Wan Jiang slipped out stealthily again to gather information.
Zhong Yi leaned back in the rear seat as the car window rolled down slowly. The salty, damp sea breeze blew in, feeling a bit cold but more sobering.
The dock work is relentless day and night; at times, it's even busier at night.
Numerous laborers moved goods back and forth, and large machinery transported items, making the scene lively. There were also various merchants conducting trades on the dock, a mix of good and bad people.
That night, he was negligent.
He didn't notice the unusual order at the dock, leading to an ambush that almost cost him his life.
