GUI jianchou, the leader of the wandering soul gang, was sitting in his study room with a solemn look. Several senior figures and core disciples of the wandering soul gang were sitting opposite him.
GUI jianchou looked at the few of them and said in a deep voice, " "Guys, tell us. I'm afraid the black Tiger Gang's fleet is about to reach our headquarters. Shouldn't we do something?" As he spoke, GUI jianchou glanced at a cultivator in navy blue who was sitting not far away from him. The cultivator looked to be in his 30s and was handsome. Judging from his temperament, he was obviously not a member of the wandering soul gang.
No one in the wandering soul gang said anything, and GUI jianchou had already thought of this. He turned to the cultivator in navy blue and said, " "Mr. MA, do you have any wise ideas?"
