A hint of intelligence flashed across Ninth Master's eyes. These people on his side that Nighthawk had set up in advance to test his loyalty.
Even this dead brother was a show directed by Nighthawk.
However, Ninth Master was also very puzzled at this moment. Although there were not many people offering incense in the White Horse Temple at this time, there were still some civilians.
The gunshot just now should have alarmed them and made them run down the mountain in fear and trepidation. The people left in the temple should be their own people.
There might be police officers among them.
"Brother, there are still some people in the temple. They're all our own brothers, right?" Ninth Master confirmed his guess to Nighthawk.
"In principle, they're all our own brothers. Of course, it's possible that some of the bolder ones didn't get scared off."
Ninth Master made it clear. "Then they must be from the police."
