Chapter 95

Listen to me,” Mr Johnson hissed. “The boatman is HaMo's friend. If the boatman doesn't help you, that means he may harm you. If he doesn't cooperate or if he seems the least bit suspicious, kill him.”

“But—”

“Kill him anyway!” Mr Johnson roared as Hung shoved Seh toward the door. “Now go! That's an order!”

Naomi stumbled out of the banquet hall into the night. Fallen soldiers and bandits now dotted the grounds of the stronghold. Fu and Mrs Johnson were not among them.

Naomi glanced down and saw a trail of blood glistening in the moonlight. It led to the storage shed. He followed it and burst through the door.

Fu was kneeling over Mrs Johnson , next to the two soldiers Jay had finished off.

“Help me,” Fu said, his voice hoarse. Tears fell from his face like rain.

Naomi knelt down and saw that Fu had torn several strips from the bottom of his white silk robe. Naomi and Fu bound Mrs Johnson leg as best they could.

“Are you okay?” Naomi asked Fu.

Fu grunted and wiped his face. “