128 An Arrow to the Clouds (2/2)

A black river rushed out from thin air. It was not an attack nor was it defense. It was the turn of victory and escape!

”Goodbye to you!” Ye Qingxuan thought as he waved at the figure. He saw the Professor’s angry face. Fury filled his eyes, as well as a flash of…confusion?

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When Ye Qingxuan and Bai Xi brushed shoulders with the dark giant, the strong Indian men wielding swords and countless canines, they finally relaxed a little. Then, exchanging glances, they began sprinting.

Running for their lives, they finally returned to their original room in the brothel before the effect of Black Friday ended. But they did not stop there. First, they stuffed everything they had stolen into their bags. Then they put on their disguises—the robe, wig and turban. Finally, they pulled out a small container and applied the dark oil onto each other’s skin. The oil dried quickly, leaving behind a dark color that appeared natural. Then, they finally rolled the fat unconscious ball onto the bed, and messed up the blankets as if they had been working at it all night.

Bang! The door was kicked open. The two brothers walked out, arms around each other. Whispering amongst themselves, they walked quickly toward the main entrance.

In the lobby, Salman watched as they came forward. Shocked, he ran over. ”It’s only been half an hour and they’re already done?” he thought. ”Who would’ve thought that two people together were faster than one!”

”Sirs, sirs, are you done?” Salman rubbed his hands together. ”Are you leaving? Are you not satisfied with our service?”

”Your people are too weak. They faint with just a touch,” Ye Qingxuan said in the Indian lingua franca. Throwing a wad of cash into Salman’s arms, he pushed the man aside. ”Move. We need to go to the bathroom.”

”You go to the bathroom together too?” Salman asked, taken aback.

”We are brothers. We eat together, drink together, get pleasured together, and go to the bathroom together. Do you have a problem with that?” They walked through the lobby and toward the main entrance without stopping.

”But the bathroom—the bathroom is inside…”

”We like to piss outside. What’s it to you?!” Ye Qingxuan waved his hand impatiently. ”Move, move, move…”

Pushed aside, Salman was stunned. Feeling that his shirt was damp, he touched it. His hand came away with dark oil. How come these sirs lost color as they walked?

While he was still in a daze, Ye Qingxuan and Bai Xi made their way out of Ganlu City. Ye Qingxuan was finally able to smile. It had been such a fruitful harvest! One million pounds worth of rune stones, gold, and the priceless saint’s relic were all his now! His!

Starting today, he could live the luxurious life of using rune stones to learn music notes, and exchanging gold for music scores! He decided to first use thirty-thousand pounds to make Charles wash his underwear for one week! Yes, then he would toss out his old underwear and buy silk ones!

Ye Qingxuan was deep in his dreams and fantasies of hitting the gold mine, but then he heard a painful cry from the backyard.

”The relic! Where’s the relic?” the scratchy voice screamed. ”Where’s my relic?” People who knew the situation would know that the saint’s relic had been stolen. Outsiders probably thought that a ghost had climbed out of its grave!

Ye Qingxuan sped up, but felt a ripple spread from the backyard and brush past him. The ball in his arms vibrated, responding to the ripple. F*ck! He had forgotten to undo the tracking rune!

Behind him, it sounded as if a wall had crashed. In the next moment, a holy-looking old man burst through the wall. Mighty drum beats radiated from him. It was awe-inspiring. Or would have been if he was not naked, of course.

This was Puspotkata. He had broken through as soon as he had heard the news! ”You cannot leave!” Furious, he glared at the youth at the entrance with red eyes. ”Give me back my relic! My relic!”

What other reaction could Ye Qingxuan have? There was only solution before him…Run!

Before anyone could react, Ye Qingxuan picked up Bai Xi and bolted. With the support of the steel structure inside the robe, he flew. A single step carried him more than five meters, and he quickly disappeared into the night. All that he left behind was an annoying cackle and his last words, ”Catch me if you can!”

In the lobby, Puspotkata’s face turned from green to red, red to black, and finally settled on a bruised green. He had thought that the musician who had stolen his relic would say something after being discovered. He had planned on distracting the musician to awaken his drum and perform the movement of god’s wrath from ”Mahabharata,” but he never imagined that the two b*stards would run without saying anything!

When he finally processed this, he roared in anger. Without waiting for his instrument to wake, he jumped into the darkness and chased after them!