Wenren Qiu frowned deeply. This was his first sea expedition and such bad luck to encounter bandits?
Or perhaps, were they after him?
He looked toward Tuozi, noticing that Tuozi was gazing in a certain direction. Not only him, but those who stood up were also looking at a corner ahead.
In that corner, a figure had its back to them, drinking alone.
The figure raised a cup, pouring the liquor into his mouth, then turned around to face the crowd.
This person wore simple, unassuming cloth clothes and a bamboo hat. Sitting upright, he removed the hat and tore off a human skin mask from his face, revealing his true appearance.
It was a middle-aged man over forty, with a scar on his face and a few cold glints in his dark eyes.
"Wei Zhou." Wenren Qiu recognized him when he saw the face.
"Wei Zhou..." Many people had heard of this name. Wei Zhou was from Yazhou City, and the Wei Family was a renowned family in Yazhou.
