The Eight-armed God wasn't a godly person who could fight hundreds of people. He was only a skilled fighter. Beating a dozen or two was possible, but if his opponents swarmed him with weapons, how could he fight them?
All he could do was flee!
"Run! Only by escaping and making this matter public will we have hope!" The Eight-armed God's father yelled before roaring. "Protect Ong!"
The Eight-armed God's father roared as he charged for the fake police with his crew. Instantly, the situation fell into chaos.
The Eight-armed God didn't leave and attempted to join the charge, but a cousin pulled him back and cried out. "Leave! They want you. If you run, they won't dare do anything to us!"
Ong naively believed him and ran.
