The air at the dock was thick with tension.
The Martial Artists of the Fishing Trade's Guard Team stepped onto the dock, the air reeking of fish. The bones of each man crackled with a resounding CRACKLE. Their Qi and Blood was abundant, and every last one of them seemed like a Hall Master from a county Boxing Hall, having refined their Force deep into their very bones.
Dozens of men had now gathered. The immense Qi and Blood rising from them seemed to twist into a single rope, pressing down on Ji Xiu like a howling gale. Their combined presence was terrifying.
"Where did a greenhorn kid like you come from? Did you sneak onto a merchant ship from some backwater county to get to Jiangyin?"
"Don't you even know the 'rules' of Eight Dock in Jiangyin Prefecture?!"
The waters of the Jiang surged, crashing against the dock.
