Chapter 102: Clash of Dragons and Tigers (Part Seven)

The weather truly changed in an instant. Earlier, during the tide-watching at noon, the temperature had slightly risen, but who could have imagined that after just one night, frost would have wrapped the grass, trees, and rocks. The sea breeze had turned into a biting cold wind, and looking up, leaden clouds were beginning to gather—a condensed manifestation of clouds, rain, mist, and frost.

“Could it really be snowing?” Jiang Shuiyuan muttered, glancing at the sky.

Before Kou Li left, his boxing skills had only just reached the level of standing firm like a rooted stake. He knew only basic techniques, but that actually worked to his advantage; in every major battle, he could sneak through the chaos from the rear.

Despite this, he bore two knife scars on his body, and from his very bones emanated a lean, sharp aura.

Beside him, Tan Yuer and the big, foolish Wang Shennu were equally battered. Wang was covered in over a dozen wounds, some nearly fatal, yet he was still alive, wrapped in bandages and grinning foolishly.

None of this was surprising; Zheng Xiaobao was the strangest of all. He knew very well that Senior Brother Kou, in the end, had almost no time to watch over him to maintain the bigger picture. Yet, despite this, he bore not a single wound, as if all the blades, spears, and punches had instinctively ignored him.

“So strange,” Jiang Shuiyuan muttered to himself, shivering involuntarily as a cold wind blew. He hastily wrapped his blood-stained cloth tighter around himself.

“Junior Brother, we must hurry. If we don’t leave soon, I’m afraid the river surface will freeze,” Luo Dunzi said, frowning.

Rarely did Kou Li show hesitation, but this time he glanced at the sky, then scanned the nearby ravines and hills, pondering for a while before saying, “We can’t just leave like this.”

“Junior Brother?”

“Further downstream lies the broad, flat Guangcheng Waterway—no natural defenses at all. The Wolf Soldiers will arrive faster than we expect. If the Water Dragon Gang arrives first, the dragon boat operators in Guangcheng might refuse to ferry us,” Kou Li explained.

He never pinned his hopes on heaven. Perhaps fate bore him no ill will, but judging from his past, it certainly held no kindness either.

It was more reliable to depend on oneself.

Kou Li told Luo Dunzi what the man with the severed arm had said, omitting the part about Young Master Huang. Even the honest Luo Dunzi was at a loss about the current situation.

“What can we do? We’re only a dozen or so—it’s impossible to stand against the Water Dragon Gang’s reinforcements.”

“I know two enemies of the Water Dragon Gang, but they probably won’t arrive in time. Wait!” Kou Li’s ears twitched suddenly. He had just heard the snap of a matchstick nearby.

“You all find a place to hide. I’ll go scout.”

As he spoke, Kou Li’s fingers curled lightly, tiger-like leaps and flashes, and in a few bounds, he vanished into the dense forest.

“We… we should find somewhere to hide too,” Luo Dunzi said nervously.

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