Chapter 16: The Inevitable Fate of Trash Mobs (3)
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As the cold sea breeze paused momentarily and dawn slowly raised its head over the horizon, a small smuggling boat was heading toward Incheon Port.
Aboard the small boat, smaller than a cheap fishing vessel, were two people wearing ponchos and a smuggler.
Although long ears peeked out from under the two people’s ponchos, the smuggler didn't even sneak a glance at their ears.
And as long as he received plenty of money for the fare, the smuggler didn't care who the passengers on his boat were or what race they belonged to..
In that sense, today's clients were good ones. One gold bar per person, two gold bars in total—It was a huge amount of money for smuggling just two people.
Thinking that today was his lucky day, the smuggler steered the boat vigorously. His small boat circled the port and headed for the closed pier.
And among all the smugglers, he was the only one who knew of this route. It was a dangerous path where even boats that were slightly larger were likely to get caught by the coast guards and they would be turned into Swiss cheese.
But the greater the risk, the greater the reward once you made it through.