Gu Yun Che had no idea that Luo Qianqian was in Bangalore, let alone what was going on here.
It was not until five in the evening when he came to the outskirts of Bangalore.
He saw the smashed car outside the Temple of Shiva, took a brief look at it and continued to walk towards the temple.
After he entered the temple, he went directly to the temple where Shiva was worshiped.
The Indian monk bowed slightly at the sight of him.
"Mr. Gu, you are here."
"Have you got what I asked for?" Gu Yun Che did not say anything more but asked directly.
The Indian monk got up, grabbed a small box wrapped in cloth and brought it to him.
"I have it ready."
Gu Yun Che took it over, opened it and said, "Then we are even."
He wrapped up the stuff and left the Temple of Shiva with it, when he stepped on something soft.
He looked down and found the shape familiar, so he bent down and picked up the mud-stained rag.