At dusk, Political Commissioner Jiang and Political Commissioner Wang Wenhong from the Water Police Station raced by car to Bailong Port.
Although they could see the Yangtze River every day, the river here was completely different from the one at Binjiang, or it could be said that it had hardly changed at all over the years. Especially the area around where the Dunships were moored, it was still devoid of human presence for miles around.
The riverbank was overgrown with reeds, and a gust of wind brought the reeds swaying in the breeze, like waves.
Wildflowers bloomed on the levee, with flowers nestled in the weeds, red as fire, white as snow, pink as the dawn, vying vibrantly with one another, their fragrant charm mesmerizing.
Standing on the levee and gazing into the distance, the setting sun hung in the sky like a huge red agate, casting a faint glow over the entire river surface.
