The carriage wobbled and swayed out of the Eight Great Hutongs.
Two members of the Cao Guild sandwiched Chen Ji between them. Chen Ji could smell the fishy odor of water plants, the tung oil scent from the boat wood, and the stench of fish from their bodies.
Each of them held a bone cutting knife against his ribs, ensuring they could pierce his lungs at any moment.
Chen Ji calmly said, "Is this the Cao Guild's way of hosting guests?"
The two men didn't speak. The coachman lifted the curtain and replied, "No offense, Marquis of Wuxiang. Before we came, the Gang Leader instructed us. So many ruthless people have fallen into your hands; it's only right for us to be cautious."
Chen Ji frowned, "I came to discuss important matters with Han Tong. If he doesn't trust me, he could simply refuse to see me. There's no need for such a grand display."
The coachman ignored Chen Ji and only warned the two men, "Keep the cargo steady. Don't let him step on the kiln opening."
