In the waters surrounded by boats, Lu Ping exposed half of his body above the water's surface, looking at Xu Qing, who had just followed him into the water, with a half-smile.
The latter also showed a harmless smile.
Several corpse collectors standing on the surrounding boats looked on, appearing accustomed to the scene.
"Young man, you still have time to regret this. Once you're in the water, winning or losing is no longer up to you!" an old hand on one of the boats reminded.
Xu Qing seemed not to catch the implication in his words. He looked around and said, "You're blocking me here just to get a share of the money I hid. If you really wanted to help me, why don't you move your boats and give me a way out?"
"It's hard to persuade someone courting death, Old Song, why bother trying?"
Lu Ping had never met such a bold young man, and today he finally encountered one.
Xu Qing chuckled. After all, these corpse collectors were in the same line of work, all in cahoots.
