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Shen Chengyao paused, looking out at the twinkling river surface, no longer seeing the trace of the leather water bag. He didn't know whether to continue the chase along the riverbank.

At a fork in the river, two more leather water bags appeared, drifting far with the flow of the two streams!

"Damn, whose idea was this trick? It's too cunning!" Feng Yang, who was hidden in the shadows, couldn't help but curse.

At that moment, the porter approached Shen Chengyao: "Sir, do you want to buy some of our big, sweet peaches?"

Shen Chengyao twisted to look at the peaches in his basket and shook his head.

"Sir, why don't you go home? Leave the rest to us," the porter whispered, audible only to them, then raised his voice slightly, "Sir, these peaches are really sweet, buy a few for the children at home!"

Shen Chengyao waved his hand and left, occasionally looking back.