Of course. Only those Evil Cult fiends could do something like this!
His eyes flickered. He waved a hand. "Send a few people in to take a look!"
With the situation unclear, Tang Changsheng had no intention of charging in recklessly. This was exactly when his underlings were supposed to scout ahead. What else was the point of keeping so many of them?
Zuo Xingfa and Zhang Dacheng looked grim, but they understood the reasoning. Without another word, they picked out four or five of their men and sent them toward the Skanda Temple.
The chosen men turned ashen. Trembling, they crept forward with guns in hand, ready to fire at the slightest rustle.
Tang Changsheng frowned. "Put your guns down. I have Protective Talismans—one for each of you..."
Frightened but grateful, the men chorused, "Thank you, Master!"
Before witnessing this, the police would never have stood by and watched these men swagger around before their eyes.
They might even have fought to take the assignment themselves. But the bloody sight before them had shaken them so badly that none dared speak up.
Clutching the Protective Talismans Tang Changsheng had given them, the men found a little courage and advanced toward the Skanda Temple, step by step.
"Are you worried about them, Sect Leader?" Da Xiang asked thoughtfully.
"They're ordinary people. Illusions are their greatest weakness. If they fall into one and start firing blindly, we'll have a problem..." Tang Changsheng said evenly.
Even though Tang Changsheng had reached the Third Layer of the Nine Luminaries Heavenly Heart Method, stray bullets were still what he feared most.
When someone held a gun, Tang Changsheng had dozens of ways to make sure its shots missed him.
But a stray bullet was another matter. Once it had left the barrel and was