Gu Xiaowu suddenly leapt forward, blocking the man's steel pipe, the harsh clanging especially jarring in the dark parking lot. The dozen or so assailants came at him with steel pipes with overwhelming force, Gu Xiaowu braced for a fierce fight when suddenly Meng Qian pulled him back.
Gu Xiaowu, "..."
What's going on?
"Run, why are you standing there, there are a dozen of them," Meng Qian scolded while they ran, dragging Gu Xiaowu by the arm towards the exit.
Gu Xiaowu was furious!!
I'm not running, how can I do such a cowardly thing?
Meng Qian didn't care about that, she dragged him along as she ran.
The Eighteen Arhats were chasing behind them, swinging their steel pipes like mad. Gu Xiaowu felt completely humiliated by the idea of running, and he believed that they couldn't outrun him. Yet, there he was, being dragged along by a hindrance. Wearing ten-centimetre high heels, how could she outrun them?
