Wu Qi threw a glance over at the group of soldiers, who were sending forth a pungent smell of blood and portrayed an aggressive and savage look like a pack of wolves or tigers. He picked up and put away everything around him and began walking back slowly. For every step forward taken by those soldiers, Wu Qi would move a step backward, with full composure as he maintained a distance of two thousand feet with them. While backing off, Wu Qi smiled and said, "What you said is lacking creativity. You're trying to rob me, but your words sound like you are bestowing me with great kindness. As you are leading the life of a wh*re, why are you erecting a monument for your chastity?"
Frowning and looking at Wu Qi, the burly man said with an indifferent voice, "I know what a wh*re is, but what do you mean by a monument?"
