Chapter 476 Fight in the Water

• Three small rafts sat by the riverbank. A hunched old man perched on the shore, puffing a dry pipe with soft, steady clicks.
• “Looking to cross?” A boatman saw the three sprinting toward him, frantic and breathless, and instantly knew what they wanted. He smirked to himself—fresh pigs walking right into the pen.
• “How much for the crossing?” the leader asked, sounding casual, though his eyes kept scanning the terrain.