After those people left, there wasn't much turmoil on this street, so what was going on today?
Uncle Jes pulled a pistol from under the cash register and walked toward the door, looking in the direction of the commotion.
Along the street, starting from the far end, a group of people dressed in identical outfits continuously entered shops, loudly shouting something.
They were wearing the Taigong Dynasty's uniform, which Uncle Jes recognized.
Unlike ordinary gangsters, members of the Taigong Dynasty always wore their fixed uniforms when conducting their activities, ostensibly to boldly acknowledge all that they did in order to achieve a state of clear conscience.
Uncle Jes listened intently for a while, and seemed to catch a few key phrases.
"Garcia… ambush… you guys withdraw first…"
Garcia?
He paused, recalling that name; it took him a long while to finally remember.
Could it be Seal Garcia?
That Seal Street.
