"Junior Brother, is it really a good idea to hide here?"
"What else can we do?"
Gu Tao sat in a section of sewer pipe, a portable stove placed on top of which a pot bubbled with beef, fish balls, and large prawns. He and Xin Chen squatted inside, stuffing meat into their mouths with disposable chopsticks, looking like a pair of homeless men braving the winter.
"If they find you, you're probably going to get beaten to death." Xin Chen picked up a big piece of beef, dipped it in sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth, "They should be able to find you pretty easily, right?"
"Dream on." Gu Tao snorted, "You have no idea, in my life, I'm trash at fighting, but when it comes to running away from home, I'm unmatched. I've gotten rid of all the devices that could be used to track me, and I also used the psychic power of the Little Evil God to block sensing. We're now four hundred kilometers away from the base—if they can still find me, I'll live stream..."
