Around ten-plus in the evening, everyone was stretched to their absolute breaking point, terrified that disaster might strike at any second. On high alert and not daring to blink, they waited composedly for the situation to take its next turn.
A faint mist rose over the river surface. The moon was bright, the stars few, and even the moonlight lacked its usual brilliance, leaving visibility on the river quite low. At that moment, a small boat suddenly drifted in from the entrance. Its color was exceptionally well-concealed, almost blending entirely into the surrounding environment; without a careful look, it would have been completely undetectable.
On the boat, the wretched Boss muttered, "Why is it so pitch black today? Damn it, why do I have to handle every single dirty and exhausting chore? So annoying."
Chapter 127