When Rein walked out the door, she found a handsome blonde-haired man leading a group of thirty soldiers, each with Guided Arrows drawn.
"Oh yeah, I'm a cultivator and a bad muthafuckin' cultivator at that. Bring it bitch." Larkin grinned, shimming back and forth in the crab dance with twenty of the Guided Arrows pointed at him, "I'll clamp you to death."
The other arrows were pointed at Steve, aiming at them with a small arrow on the drugstore roof.
"You're pretty arrogant." A blonde female soldier scoffed, "You're staring down dozens of cultivation attacks, and you're clowning around? Even if you're strong, we have numbers."
Leo agreed with her, but when he saw the brunette walk out of the building with equal calm and confidence as Larkin and Steve, his anger turned to fear. "Lower your weapons!"
"What!?" A bearded soldier gruffed, "You're going to have us lower our weapons in front of cultivators? Sorry, but that's not happening—not in the apocalypse.
