It seems Jingshang Gaoming has somehow persuaded this gang leader to align with his own faction.
Gu Ji looked around, carefully examining the layout of the memorial hall, especially the important pathways.
The entire Buddhist temple consists of a main hall and two side halls, and there seems to be more buildings behind the main hall, probably where the monks rest or eat.
There is only one stairway leading up the hill's facade, and as for whether there is a small path at the back of the hill, he can't see it for the time being.
The gang leaders and thugs standing in the square are wary of each other, but overall they form two groups; one seems to be a subsidiary faction under the Yijuan Association, while the other group is likely from other violent gangs.
Just when he thought he saw a familiar figure, Gao Bo suddenly patted his shoulder.
"Gu Ji, I saw that long-ponytail guy who kidnapped the Fusong Gang leader at the university that day!"
