Juhua leaned against the carriage window, gazing at the ferry crossing just a short distance away. This was not a formal dock; it was simply a place where people went down to the river to wash their clothes. Perhaps because this street had only recently been expanded, with few shops and a desolate atmosphere, a proper dock had never been built.
There was only a single awning boat at the crossing, but no one was in sight. On the riverbank, Huai Zi was pinning the carriage driver to the ground, pummeling him fiercely.
She sighed. The contact person had either fled or, sensing something amiss, abandoned the boat and blended into the crowd.
She wondered, "Where is he? Is he peeking around a street corner, looking out through a nearby window, or hiding right here among the crowd?"
Juhua slowly walked to the carriage door, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the onlookers one by one. She thought, "If I can't find him, I'll just have to intimidate him!"
