"Don't mind it," Zheng Fan said.
"Lord Zheng jokes, I, I..."
Zheng Fan reached out and patted Fan Yongxin's shoulder, saying, "Do your best in your work, what you do, I keep in my heart."
"Yes, Lord Zheng."
Breakfast was simple, fried noodles brought by ourselves, paired with hot water, not very tasty but enough to fill the stomach.
By nearly noon, the fleet docked, and everyone began to disembark.
This was a small wharf, surrounded on three sides by mountains and on one side by water, and behind the wharf a water fortress was built against the mountain. This should be a stronghold of the Fan Family.
You could see guards holding bows and knives on the wooden walls of the water fortress, many wearing armor, although not uniform, yet the killing aura was formidable and unlike ordinary water bandits.
While waiting for his men to disembark, Zheng Fan stood on the shore, gazing at the water fortress, and couldn't help but say to Siniang beside him:
