His figure was small and slim, his hands and feet seemed to also be quicker than others. Even as he came close to the guard, the other party had not responded. Cao Niangzi used the moonlight by the sea to look at the man who was snoring. Seeing that his drool was about to reach his neck already, Cao Niangzi immediately felt relieved and thought to himself: "How unsightly."

The sea waves softly swept by, the boat trembled slightly, the guard rolled over, almost falling off his wooden chair. He woke up and was shocked to find that there was someone next to him. The guard turned and sat up, looking at a young Dong Ying teenager who was using their language to greet him.

The guard relaxed and rubbed his eyes. Before he could get a clearer look at the person in front of him, Cao Niangzi had already swung the rod at the back of his head.

The guard fell down without a sound.

The culprit patted his own chest and whispered: "Scared me to death, scared me to death..."

Cao Niangzi was frightened, yet his hands remained quick. He swiftly took the keys from the guard's waist and turned into the cabin. Just as the person who instructed him to come here had described, there was indeed a prison cell, and there were about twenty or thirty people who appeared to be craftsmen inside. Upon seeing Cao Niangzi appear, they cried out in a low voice: "The enemy came!"

"Shh--" Cao Niangzi whispered, then bluffing himself up to the cloud. "I am not a Dong Ying person. I have been brought here by the Marquis of Order to ease the rebellion. Let me first release you all."

Deeper into the night, there was a layer of light fog hanging over the sea waves.

Liao Ran and a man dressed in black quickly got into a cabin on a ship, where dozens of steel armor were neatly arranged inside.

Liao Ran retrieved a bottle from his bag, turned, and threw it to his companion. The two exchanged a look with each other and began to pour fish ink on the steel armors.

Di Song was taking Gu Yun and the others to an ordinary-looking ship.

The ropeway had not yet reached the end, but they could already faintly hear the laughter and music inside the quarter. Just as Di Song stepped onto the deck, it happened.

There was a roar that Chang Geng was all too familiar with ringing out from a corner. Then, white steam exploded, and an iron puppet hidden in the darkness surged out and swung its blade at Gu Yun.

Even Di Song was caught off guard; he immediately screamed and fell flat on the ground.

Chang Geng instinctively drew his sword, but someone had pushed his hand back, retracting the blade back to the scabbard.