273 King of Anglers

Old Gao’s Three Leaves Bamboo Cart was a cheap, two-seater model. In his hands, however, it was unusually lithe.

Not a single bit of the upward thrust force generated by the high-speed spinning clover on the cart’s roof was wasted. As the body of the cart leaned forward slightly, the cart flew forward like a dragonfly skimming across a pond.

Old Gao did not gather with other people and flew toward the upper reaches of the river.

Ai Hui noticed that a Three Leaves Bamboo Cart was following behind them. The people on the cart were the unfamiliar ones from earlier, but he did not really care about them. Ever since he became the King of Anglers, there would be people following him whenever he was angling for artifact remnants. Some felt that he was lucky while others felt that he knew where all the good spots were. Hence, they thought that nothing could go wrong as long as they followed him.