The alcohol seeped into his sorrows, emboldening his courage, yet muddling his thoughts. Pang Long said, "When Madam asked about Zheng Xuezhang, I couldn't avoid speaking, nor did I dare to refuse."
Li Xian responded, "What's the matter?"
"What's the matter…" Pang Long took a sip of wine. Though rough in appearance, his alcohol tolerance was poor. After only a few sips, he felt somewhat tipsy. "You need to be prepared."
"I've visited the Black Water Gang, a gang known in the Jianghu for their ruthless methods. Yesterday, when I went to collect debt from the Black Water Gang, I saw the 'Human Sail'. Thousands of cries and screams moved even me."
Li Xian asked, "Did Madam hand me over to the Black Water Gang?" Before the words left his mouth, he knew it was impossible—not because Madam protected him, but because there was no profit in it.
