The moon shone, cloaking the giant crocodile in its light. From a distance, it almost looked like the boat was alive and doing breathing exercises, absorbing the quintessence of the moon. At the same time, the moonlight seemed to grow more intense as it flowed into the boat, then streamed out into the area.15

Xu Qing just looked at it for a while.0

Whether it was his time in the slums or his life in the scavenger basecamp, he had always had simple accommodations. The only exception was the house Sergeant Thunder had given him. As for this little canopy boat that looked like a crocodile, as it sparkled in the moonlight, it looked so impressive that Xu Qing couldn’t help but kneel down and put his hand on it. It was cold, but clearly made of quality materials.1

Most importantly...0

“It’s mine,” he murmured. Then he prepared to step aboard, until a cold flicker ran through his eyes, and he stopped. He had suddenly sensed evil eyes gazing at him. Whoever it was, they were well hidden, and Xu Qing had no way of identifying their location. Remaining calm, he casually looked down at his hemp sandals.1

They were old and tattered, caked with both mud and dried blood. Through the gaps in the material, he could see his dirty toes.5

After some thought, he removed his sandals and stepped into the sea water, washing his feet until his fair skin was clearly visible. During the entire process, he remained completely calm. However, he was also observing his surroundings, and waiting for whoever was watching him to step out into the open. The person seemed cautious, though, and remained hidden even when Xu Qing pretended to be lazy and off-guard.0

Expression the same as ever, Xu Qing finally stepped into the boat and looked at the area under the canopy.0

It wasn’t very large....0