He patiently continued his observation, his gaze sweeping over the scene within the stronghold, but his brow gradually furrowed.
He saw River Gang members clustered in small groups by wall corners and behind trees, relieving themselves wherever they stood, completely unabashed in front of their comrades.
'Pah, what filth!' Li Hongyu spat inwardly, his heart filled with contempt. 'Even we Flying Horse Thieves wouldn't stoop so low! It seems this River Gang is nothing but scum. Wiping them out would be enacting Heaven's will.'
...
The sky had grown completely dark, and the night descended like a thick black shroud, blanketing the River Gang Stronghold.
Rows of torches were lit within the stronghold, their orange-red flames dancing and illuminating the figures of patrol teams weaving back and forth.
The patrols were visibly tighter than during the day. Every few steps stood a spear-wielding gang member, eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings. A tense atmosphere filled the air.
