Li Tieyun's gaze returned to the Flying Horse Thieves' mountain fortress.
The fortress was in chaos. Li Qianxiong had led a large contingent out in pursuit, leaving mostly common bandits behind. The defenses were clearly much more vulnerable.
'If I take this chance to sneak into the fortress, I might be able to find Liu Maolin and rescue him.'
Just then, a low cry came from behind him.
"Gang Leader! I know who they are!"
The speaker was the River Gang's Vice Gang Leader, a man in his thirties standing beside him. He had been staring intently at Yang Jing as he burst out of the fortress. Now, his eyes were wide, his face a mask of shock.
Li Tieyun turned to look at him. "Oh? You recognize him?"
