Qin Huai and the eldest foster son, Mou Jinfu, were jointly responsible for water transport.
Qin Huai sat on the dock, observing the bustling activity of the dock workers and various caravans. Not far away, Mou Jinfu reclined on a chair as a few beautiful concubines served him watermelon slices. Behind him, a group of people glared menacingly at the workers and caravans coming and going.
Mou Jinfu locked eyes with Qin Huai, who was watching him from a distance, showing no fear. A concubine beside him became momentarily distracted and accidentally pushed a watermelon slice into Mou Jinfu's face.
"Where are you feeding it?" Mou Jinfu snapped, slapping the woman's hand away.
Thud!
The woman immediately fell to her knees. "Old… Old Master, I'm sorry!" Her body trembled, tears streaming down her face.
"Am I very old?" Mou Jinfu's voice turned cold.
Bang!
He slapped the woman again, and her face quickly paled.