As the jeep bumped along the way, Selam drove Gu Qi and the others to a river.

The river is hundreds of meters wide. Under the moonlight, the surface of the river is sparkling. Judging from the waves that appear on the surface of the river from time to time, the river here appears to be somewhat rapid.

Looking at the large river passing through the city, it goes without saying that Gu Qi knew that this must be the Kanji River, regarded as the mother river by the people of Kanji City.

At this time they were located on the lower reaches of the Kanji River.

This place is already on the edge of Kanji City. Apart from the ruins, there is only an old dock and many small fishing houses built along the river.

Looking back from here, you can vaguely see the lights emanating from the bustling area of ​​Kanji city center.

The river bank was overgrown with weeds, and dozens of dilapidated fishing boats could be seen scattered everywhere, as if they had been abandoned for a long time.

Some fragments of fishing nets were scattered around randomly, including many on tree branches.

The cool night breeze blew through, and a strong fishy smell filled the air.

I don’t know if it’s the smell from the fishing nets that have turned black and moldy, or the smell coming from the Kanji River.

The jeep carefully shuttled between these abandoned boats and fishing nets. There was no road at all here, and the visibility was poor at night.

The dim lights of Xiaomula's jeep could barely illuminate an area of ​​two or three meters in front of him.

If one accidentally gets entangled in the wheels of those fishing nets or hits the debris of those fishing boats, it will be very troublesome.

So Selam drove very carefully.

Xiao Mula pointed to a small, dark fishing house four to five hundred meters ahead and said, "Brother, the person we are looking for is right there."

Looking in the direction of Xiao Mula's finger, Gu Qi saw a small fishing house on the river bank. Some firelight could be vaguely seen in front of the fishing house.

Someone should have built a fire there.

"Is this person your confidant? I see that you trust him very much." Gu Qi asked casually.

Xiaomula shook his head and said, "He is not my confidant, but he has been doing things for me."

"Oh?" Gu Qi raised her eyebrows and looked at Xiao Mula.

Little Mulla continued, "His name is Garp, and he turns out to be a member of a gang called Golden Piranha."

Hearing the words "golden piranha", Gu Qi couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

Another golden piranha?

"The Golden Piranha is one of the five major gangs in Kanji City. They specialize in smuggling."

"One time, the Golden Piranha took over a job from another big gang, the Bloody Butcher. Garp happened to be on that job, but when he arrived, all the Bloody Butcher's people were dead and the goods were gone."

"Later, the Bloody Butcher insisted that it was done by the golden piranha. In fact, this is not the most critical thing. The goods are trivial, but the person who was doing the business with the Bloody Butcher at that time was the brother of their boss."

"Their boss's biological brother died. This incident directly turned the golden piranha and the bloody butcher into a life-and-death situation."

"Although the Golden Piranha has been explaining that this incident has nothing to do with them, the Bloody Butcher people just don't believe it. Since the incident began, both groups have suffered heavy losses."

"Later, in order to solve the problem, the boss of the Golden Piranha directly pushed Garp out as a victim. He directly said to the outside world that this matter was Garp's own decision and had nothing to do with the Golden Piranha. He is not Golden either.
Chapter completed!