C262 Eel Fry Harvest Season

Xu Zhiming's face was a patchwork of blues and purples, his mouth noticeably swollen, and his eyes ringed with dark bruises – clear signs he had been roughed up.

Upon hearing Zhao Lei's question, Xu Zhiming managed a resigned smile and replied, "Boss Zhao, let's talk aboard the boat."

Without a word, Zhao Lei nodded and hopped onto the deck with his bait in tow.

With an unspoken understanding