Chapter 1164

"Mm, we understand now, Jio."

Back in the room, Miss Qianhui couldn't wait to ask, (damn Zhao).

"Lin Cheng, are we going?"

"Going, why wouldn't we go?" Lin Cheng lay on the bed, hands behind his head, glanced at Miss Qianhui with a roguish look, and smoothly countered.

"Aren't you afraid it's a trap?" A look of worry crossed Miss Qianhui's face, fearing this might be a setup.

Lin Cheng was drunk.

Miss Qianhui always failed to worry when she should, and worried about everything when she shouldn't.

"Unless that Young Master plans to swindle everyone, but judging by the situation that seems impossible. The crew on the ship are generally only first or second rank, while the martial artists who can board are at least fourth rank — just from this disparity in combat power it's clearly not equal, and doesn't meet the conditions for a swindle."