Their eyes were filled with suspicion, scanning He Chenguang, Wang Luoran, and the old sailor like blades.
The old sailor’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, and the dry tobacco he was holding nearly fell to the ground. Panicked, he whispered, "It’s over, it’s over. They must have caught me talking to you two. Go, quick!" With that, he frantically gathered his scattered belongings and shuffled away, his back hunched.
He Chenguang and Wang Luoran felt their hearts leap into their throats, their bodies tensing. He Chenguang’s hand quietly reached for the dagger hidden inside his long robe, his fingers stroking the hilt, ready for anything. Wang Luoran gripped her small leather bag tightly, her eyes alert, watching the approaching brutes.
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