"Boatman, go straight down the river, don't dock, you will not be short of silver."
As he spoke, Chen Ping flicked his short sword a few times, parrying several powerful arrows shot from the shore.
"But..."
The old sailor received the silver, yet before responding, the scholar standing hesitantly beside him spoke up.
"Could it be possible to let my brother and me disembark first?"
"Are you sure you want to stop?"
Chen Ping looked at him with a half-smile.
By now, over a dozen strong bows and crossbows were aiming from the shore. Those people didn't seem like any good Samaritans who wouldn't kill the innocent.
Once the boat stops and docks, the two scholar brothers would only meet their death.
Although delaying the journey and dragging him into the whirlpool was somewhat unethical, at this critical juncture, compromise was the only option.
At most, he could compensate with some silver and let him disembark midway.
