Chapter: 1755
�Why go there?�
Tae Musang looked puzzled, not understanding Pyo-wol�s intentions.�
Pyo-wol didn�t bother to explain.
He wasn�t the kind of man to explain things to a child.
Pyo-wol walked out of the annex and headed straight for the harbor.
Tae Musang followed after Pyo-wol, still confused.�
He was afraid that he might be tracked again, but upon further thought, he realized that no one could have seen his face so clearly in the darkness, so he felt comfortable walking around the streets, with his face completely exposed.
Tae Musang and Pyo-wol reached the secluded area in the harbor where the small fishing boats had come in yesterday.
�This is the place. This was where they got off.�
Tae Musang pointed to the exact spot where the boats had docked.
The boats that had come in last night had disappeared without a trace. They must have been hidden elsewhere.
Pyo-wol looked around.
There were far more than a hundred small fishing boats anchored in the area. If he accounts for the fishing boats currently out fishing, there would be several hundred more vessels.
It seemed practically impossible to find the boat on which the Phantom Fleet�s members had come on from among them.
Under normal circumstances, most people would have given up on tracking.�
But Pyo-wol was different.
He asked Tae Musang.
�Where were you hiding?�
�Over there, in that high place.�
Tae Musang pointed his finger to where he had been hiding last night.�
Pyo-wol measured the distance between Tae Musang�s hiding spot and the location where the boats had come in.
�At least fifty meters, and it�s pitch black.�
From where Tae Musang had hidden, the place where the fishing boat have entered was clearly visible, but from down below, Tae Musang�s location was hardly visible.�
The fact that the white-haired man manage to detect Tae Musang�s presence meant that that person�s martial arts skills and senses were beyond his imagination.
There were countless footprints scattered on the ground.
Countless people had already passed through this place after the Phantom Fleet martial artists arrived.�
It would be impossible for Pyo-wol or anyone else for that matter, to isolate and identify only the footprints of the Phantom Fleet�s martial artists in the midst of all of this.
They need to change their approach.�
�You said there were twenty people who got off the boat, right?�
�That�s right. That�s about the number I saw.�� JrNovels.com
Tae Musang looked puzzled, not understanding Pyo-wol�s intentions.�
Pyo-wol didn�t bother to explain.
He wasn�t the kind of man to explain things to a child.
Pyo-wol walked out of the annex and headed straight for the harbor.
Tae Musang followed after Pyo-wol, still confused.�
He was afraid that he might be tracked again, but upon further thought, he realized that no one could have seen his face so clearly in the darkness, so he felt comfortable walking around the streets, with his face completely exposed.
Tae Musang and Pyo-wol reached the secluded area in the harbor where the small fishing boats had come in yesterday.
�This is the place. This was where they got off.�
Tae Musang pointed to the exact spot where the boats had docked.
The boats that had come in last night had disappeared without a trace. They must have been hidden elsewhere.
Pyo-wol looked around.
There were far more than a hundred small fishing boats anchored in the area. If he accounts for the fishing boats currently out fishing, there would be several hundred more vessels.
It seemed practically impossible to find the boat on which the Phantom Fleet�s members had come on from among them.
Under normal circumstances, most people would have given up on tracking.�
But Pyo-wol was different.
He asked Tae Musang.
�Where were you hiding?�
�Over there, in that high place.�
Tae Musang pointed his finger to where he had been hiding last night.�
Pyo-wol measured the distance between Tae Musang�s hiding spot and the location where the boats had come in.
�At least fifty meters, and it�s pitch black.�
From where Tae Musang had hidden, the place where the fishing boat have entered was clearly visible, but from down below, Tae Musang�s location was hardly visible.�
The fact that the white-haired man manage to detect Tae Musang�s presence meant that that person�s martial arts skills and senses were beyond his imagination.
There were countless footprints scattered on the ground.
Countless people had already passed through this place after the Phantom Fleet martial artists arrived.�
It would be impossible for Pyo-wol or anyone else for that matter, to isolate and identify only the footprints of the Phantom Fleet�s martial artists in the midst of all of this.
They need to change their approach.�
�You said there were twenty people who got off the boat, right?�
�That�s right. That�s about the number I saw.�� JrNovels.com
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