The Personal Soldiers clad in black armor, fully armed, each a carefully selected killing machine, had come solely to capture the two.
There were about thirteen of them. After the initial volley of crossbow bolts missed, they immediately drew their waist swords and charged at Xiemen Waidao and Mukuai 1234.
Without time to ponder why the Personal Soldiers would attack him, Xiemen Waidao turned and leaped onto Mukuai 1234's back, pointing toward a nearby village and yelling, "Giddy up!"
"You son of a —" Mukuai 1234 cursed angrily.
"Cut the crap! You wouldn't want to waste your precious merit here for nothing, would you?"
"Why shouldn't I just drop you as bait? Anyway, you're one of the Great Heavenly Lord's men; they can't touch you here!"
"I don't like senseless sacrifices. And considering you run faster while carrying me than I do on my own, riding you is the best option. Anyway, let's move!"
Mukuai 1234 had no choice but to flee for his life.
