"Gu Xiaowu!" the man called out, and Gu Xiaowu appeared before him like a specter, blocking the bodyguards with a playful and mischievous grin, "Haven't stretched my muscles in a long time, guys, you'd better put up a good fight."
Clutching Qiao Xia, the man strode away, unimpeded.
Gu Xiaowu had taken down the bodyguards in less than a minute.
He sighed lamentably, "Come on, I asked you guys to put up a good fight, and now I'm bored because you didn't. If you go down this easy, it looks bad for you."
"Look at you, all so young. Get up," he said.
"Take advantage of your youth and rise again and again."
Hooking his finger, he wore a smug and irritating smirk; the two downed bodyguards truly wanted to get up to avoid the mockery but just couldn't manage it.
The crowd: "..."
To take advantage of youth and rise again and again—truly a deadly taunt for a man.
"Who is that man? He's so handsome."
