Chen Muyang.
Li Feng frowned as he listened to the conversation inside the cabin. If it really was Chen Muyang, Han Xue's situation was most dire.
Who knew to what twisted extent the mind of a man who'd turned eunuch could go.
"Going to take a piss."
"Scram."
Wu Daya lifted his foot and kicked the man who was jeering at him, belched with the smell of alcohol, and staggered out.
"Come on, don't mind him, continue."
The remaining people picked up their beer glasses and drank again.
Wu Daya, in his drunken stupor, left the cabin and made his way to the side of the boat, about to unbutton his pants, when Li Fengtu suddenly grabbed Wu Daya's throat from behind.
"If you don't want to die, keep it down."
Wu Daya's throat was seized, his face turned an ashen hue, and he felt as though he was suffocating. He patted Li Feng's arm.
Li Feng loosened his grip slightly, allowing Wu Daya to catch a bit of breath.
