Amidst the mist, Liang Yuan grabbed Li Chongming and first rushed to the seven ships opposite.
He swept away all the food and drink supplies on the ships.
Then he turned his head to ask Li Chongming, "You should know where the ships of the thirty-two Captains are, right?"
"Besides these seven, where are the other ships?"
Liang Yuan released Li Chongming's head nerves, and his face immediately showed a look of shock and anger: "Who are you? You're not Lingjiang River at all!"
Liang Yuan couldn't help but laugh: "Heh, even now, you guys still don't know who I am?"
"Who are you! What exactly are you! We've been near Mist City for so long and have never seen someone like you!"
"Oh, have you been here for a long time? It's been only half a year since the great flood, how long have you been in Mist City?"
Li Chongming's heart was filled with anger, and he roared: "I'm asking you who you are!"
"You seem to be unclear on who's the prisoner now!" Liang Yuan sneered.
