At nightfall, the starlight was dim.
Under the cover of darkness, a small boat quietly sailed out from the reeds, heading toward the shore.
The boat's driver, Wang Wu, called softly, "Sir."
The next moment, a figure darted over a distance of several meters, landing steadily on the boat.
It was Zhang Yuan.
As the saying goes, every shrimp has its own path, every crab its own way.
Despite Wang Wu's modest strength, he had some considerable skills and actually managed to procure a fast boat.
He had likely been planning his escape for a while now.
The oars creaked as the boat headed deeper into the waters.
Wang Wu vigorously paddled the wooden oar. Seeing the distance from Great Chen Island grow, he finally relaxed his tense nerves.
Ever since the Wuqi Tribe occupied Great Chen Island, it had become very difficult for its residents to leave.
