Actually, Xu Xiaoya wanted Zhao Qiang to check on the progress of the Jiayuan Building, but now that he realized someone was following them, Zhao Qiang couldn't lead them to his own territory. He decided to deal with the trouble outside and took Su Su into the mall.
It's undeniable that Beijing lives up to its reputation as China's economic and cultural capital. Zhao Qiang has traveled extensively, but the sheer variety and exorbitant prices of goods in Beijing are truly astonishing. A tank top costs over 20,000 yuan, and that's not even the most expensive item. Imagine something like a thong costing nearly 10,000 yuan! What does that even mean? Zhao Qiang couldn't understand.
But aside from the high price, the packaging was also extremely gorgeous. Zhao Qiang was amazed. Was they selling packaging or products? Su Su was also wide-eyed. Actually, she didn't buy anything too expensive, but that didn't stop the two of them from watching. Feasting their eyes was a kind of enjoyment, wasn't it?
"Sister, this dress suits you perfectly. Look at the color, it complements your fair skin so well. And look at the diamond brooch, it highlights your unique status. Why don't you try it on?" A saleswoman enthusiastically recommended the dress to Su Su. Zhao Qiang did like the dress, but the price seemed quite high. He glanced at it and saw it cost over 60,000 yuan. The tag had a row of English letters, indicating it was a pure import. He guessed the high price was due to the diamond brooch. Even at this price, the diamond might not be genuine, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get it for 60,000 yuan.
Although she genuinely liked him, Su Su hesitated. She had taken on quite a few jobs recently, but she didn't have much cash on hand. Moreover, Su Su didn't want to be kept by Zhao Qiang, as that would make her lose face in front of other girls.
Zhao Qiang didn't listen any further because he felt the discomfort of being spied on again. He activated the full scanning capabilities of his X-ray glasses, taking in the entire surrounding environment. His biochip began analyzing the situation with precision down to one nanometer. This person was hiding so well that Zhao Qiang even suspected that an invisible person was following him.
"Su? Is that you?" Su Su was hesitating whether to refuse the sales clerk's recommendation or try on more clothes when someone suddenly called her. She turned around and didn't recognize the person at first. The person was a girl with heavy makeup, making her almost unrecognizable. Luckily, the person said something again, otherwise Su Su still wouldn't have recognized her.
"Don't you recognize me? Ping, who slept in the bunk above you?" The heavily made-up girl patted Su Su affectionately, indicating that the two were indeed very close.
Su Su finally recognized her and jumped up happily: "It's you? Your accent has changed, and you're wearing such heavy makeup. I almost didn't recognize you."
Ping said, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. I've been in Beijing for so long. If I still can't change my accent, how am I going to get by in the future?"
Su Su chuckled: "You mean, you came down to buy clothes all by yourself?"
Ping said, "And my boyfriend, he went to the restroom. As for you, you've become incredibly famous in China lately, haven't you? I never realized you had the potential to be a star. How about you sign a few autographs for me, I'll sell them to your fans later."
Su Su blushed and said, "Don't embarrass me. I just happened to have a good boss who spared no expense in promoting me. Actually, I'm still far from being successful."
As the two were talking, a man hurried over. Since Su Su had run into an old classmate, she couldn't wear sunglasses anymore, so the man recognized her at a glance. His first reaction was a surprised expression: "Su Su?" However, he quickly regained his composure. It seemed that he was a man who had seen a lot, and Su Su's sudden appearance was just unexpected.
Ping said happily, "Wu Cheng, this is my superstar classmate. You didn't believe me when I told you we used to be bunk beds."
The man named Wu Cheng was dressed in expensive clothes. His expression had returned to its serious and stern state. He said indifferently, "Others have become famous, but you've regressed. I haven't heard you sing many songs these days, and you don't even do bit parts anymore. You're getting worse as you get older."
Ping said coquettishly, "Isn't it because you spoil me? With you, why would I need to be so busy?" After coquettishly speaking to her man, Ping said to Su Su, "Su, how about it? Do you have a boyfriend? With your current reputation, finding a billionaire won't be difficult. You won't have to work hard for the rest of your life."
Su Su glanced at Zhao Qiang behind her. Zhao Qiang stood there with his eyes down, looking around for the stalker who was spying on him. He didn't seem to care much about Su Su's conversation, which disappointed her.
Su Su said to Ping, "You don't have a boyfriend yet. You're too young. There's no rush. Let's focus on making good movies and singing good songs first."
If the sales clerk still didn't recognize Su Su at this point, then there must be something wrong with her eyes. However, she kept quiet and finally found an opportunity to push the clothes in front of Su Su again: "Superstar Su, I never expected you to buy clothes here. I'm so excited I don't know what to say. This dress really suits you. Buy it." The sales clerk gets a commission, so why not push the sale hard when she sees such a big spender? Even getting an autograph isn't as important as this.
Su Su blushed. She didn't have that much cash on her, and she didn't even have any cards with her. With Zhao Qiang by her side, she always enjoyed happiness as a dependent woman. But now that Zhao Qiang was silent, Su Su was even less likely to cause him trouble.
"I'm sorry, I didn't like this dress," Su Su said apologetically.
The saleswoman's mouth dropped open: "No way! This dress really suits you! Show it to your friend." As she spoke, the saleswoman held the dress up against Su Su. Ping chimed in, "Su, it really suits you. Although this dress isn't exactly high-end, it's still a French brand. You wouldn't be so stingy as to not even spend money on a dress, would you? Who are you working so hard for? Are you saving it all for your grave?"
Wu Cheng was clearly a seasoned veteran. He could tell from Su Su's expression that she didn't dislike the dress, but Su Su was trying her best to refuse it. That could only mean one thing: she didn't have any money with her, or she didn't have enough. Wu Cheng took out his credit card from his bag, waved it at the sales clerk, and said, "I'll take the dress and pack it up."
Su Su stopped her, saying, "No!" She couldn't let another man buy her clothes; otherwise, Zhao Qiang would be furious.
Ping grabbed Su Su: "Don't be so polite. With your current status, I'd be too busy trying to curry favor with you. If you endorse a few products for my boyfriend's company, I'll buy you not just one piece of clothing, but ten or even a hundred."
Wu Cheng said, "Yes, Su, as far as I know, you don't have a high-paid movie yet, and you haven't released any albums either. So you have fame, but you're not making money fast enough." Wu Cheng was telling the truth. Right now, Su is in the stage of throwing money into the project, and there's no possibility of even recouping the costs.
Su Su lowered her head, unwilling to discuss the matter. In fact, she was quite satisfied with the current situation, and the substantial profits to come were predictable. Wu Cheng thought he had persuaded Su Su, so he took two steps forward, almost touching her, and said, "Big star Su, I may not be a big shot in Beijing, but I have tens of millions of spare cash. If you're willing, I can provide you with happiness."
Ping got angry and said to Wu Cheng, "What do you mean? Are you trying to seduce my classmate? Let me tell you, no way!" Although it made her boyfriend look good to be a mistress, what woman could tolerate the existence of a third party?
Wu Cheng said, "I never said I wanted to date her. Look at your classmate, she can't even afford a piece of clothing now. As her good friend, don't you have any sympathy?" Wu Cheng's words sounded very manly. Who would have thought that a big star like her couldn't afford a 60,000 yuan dress? Of course, she might be able to afford it, but she's just reluctant to spend 60,000 yuan. But this also shows that Su Su doesn't have much money, otherwise, would she care about 60,000 yuan?
Wu Cheng's words indirectly boosted Ping's pride. She used to envy Su Su, thinking she was successful and glamorous. But now that she knew Su Su was struggling over a piece of clothing, all of Ping's previous disappointment vanished, replaced by a sense of superiority. So what if she was a celebrity? She couldn't live as carefree as Su Su.
The sales clerk packed up the clothes and handed them over, saying, "Mr. Su, please sign an autograph and take a photo with me."
Su Su wasn't so arrogant as to refuse, so she took a few photos with the sales clerk and signed two autographs. Luckily, the store only had one sales clerk; otherwise, they would have been exhausted.
At first, Ping helped carry Su Su's clothes. Later, she helped take pictures, so the clothes ended up in Wu Cheng's hands. Wu Cheng only lifted it once before he saw Zhao Qiang standing behind him. Zhao Qiang was clearly acting like a bodyguard. Wu Cheng frowned. This bodyguard wasn't very responsible. He saw his master had bought clothes but didn't come up to carry them.
Wu Cheng took two steps forward and shoved the bag in his hand into Zhao Qiang's hand. Zhao Qiang had scanned almost the entire floor, which contained about two hundred people. He was analyzing each person to see who was the most suspicious when someone suddenly handed him a bag. Zhao Qiang looked up at Wu Cheng, who was annoyed by the look and said, "What are you staring at like that? What kind of lousy bodyguard are you?"
Although he was scolded, Zhao Qiang felt like he was being treated as a bodyguard. He was both amused and annoyed, and didn't have time to argue with Wu Cheng. He casually picked up the bag of clothes.
Afraid that others would come running at the sound, Su Su quickly put on sunglasses and came out after dealing with the shop assistant. Ping naturally followed, saying, "Su, we're lucky to have met you today. I just saw some nice clothes in a store, how about we go in and try them on? If they're suitable, we can have Wu Cheng buy them for us."
Actually, Wu Cheng had just refused to buy Ping those clothes, saying they were too expensive, costing over 100,000 yuan in total, and even he, with all his money, couldn't afford to spend like that. However, Ping had a good plan; Wu Cheng wouldn't lose face in front of Su Su, so he took her to buy those clothes, and even if he didn't pay, he would have to.
Su Su could tell that Zhao Qiang was distracted, so she refused: "I'm not going, I have something to do."
But having finally caught Su Su, and needing to use her as a pretext to get Wu Cheng to obediently hand over his money, Ping was unlikely to let go. She forcefully pulled Su Su back, saying, "It's not far, can you come in and help me choose something? Don't be disrespectful to your old classmate."
Su Su had no choice but to follow him into a nearby shop. Zhao Qiang strolled leisurely around the entrance, carrying shopping bags. Wu Cheng waved to someone behind him, and two burly men followed. He looked rather smug and nodded at Zhao Qiang, as if to say, "My bodyguards, now that's what you call dedicated and stylish."
Volume 2 [591] The Attack
[591] Attack
Wu Cheng's performance was a complete waste of time, like a blind man lighting a lamp, because Zhao Qiang didn't even look at him.
Ping led Su Su into the store she had just browsed. As they walked, she confided in Su Su, "Su, you're not getting any younger. It was one thing not to have a boyfriend before, but now that you've finally gained some fame, you must seize the opportunity. A woman, especially a female artist, doesn't have many good years. Once you're past your prime, you're useless. So you need to find a rich man to hook up with. I know you don't like this kind of thing, and you don't know many people in this field, but it's okay, I'll help you. I'll find you a rich man later, and you two can get to know each other first..."
Su Su was sweating bullets. "Are there really pimps like this?" she thought. She said, "Thank you, Ping, but I really don't need it. Please don't bring it up again."
Ping pushed open the shop door: "What? Do you mean you have someone you like?"
Su Su didn't want to dwell on the topic any longer, so she nodded and said, "I guess so, so please don't bring it up again."
Ping asked, "Who is it? There's not a whisper of it outside. You've done a really good job keeping it a secret." These days, paparazzi are so powerful; how come no one reports on a celebrity like Su Su having a crush on someone?
Su Su glanced back and saw Zhao Qiang walking leisurely behind her. Su Su's heart was completely devoted to him, and her smile was especially bright when she saw him. Ping glanced back and saw that there seemed to be only Zhao Qiang in her line of sight. She was startled: "No way, you mean him?"
Su Su quickly defended herself: "No, don't make wild guesses. I'm just being wishful thinking. Who knows what he's really thinking?"
It would have been better if he hadn't explained; the explanation only made Ping believe him more. She touched Su Su's forehead: "You don't have a fever, do you? That's your bodyguard? You actually fell for your bodyguard? You, you, what am I supposed to say to you?" She was exasperated.
"Bodyguard?" Su Su was taken aback. "When...when did he become a bodyguard?"
Ping pointed at Zhao Qiang and said, "Look at him, he's not even doing his job as a bodyguard properly. You're 28,000 miles away, how could he possibly take care of you if something happened to you? And his clothes, they must be cheap stuff from a street stall, it's so disrespectful to you. If a gossip reporter took pictures of this, it would be a sensational story. No wonder he didn't dare stand in front of you before, he knew he would embarrass you. And look at his slacking off, what good is a bodyguard like that?"
Ping was utterly ruthless, clearly showing she had absolutely no good impression of Zhao Qiang. There were at least five or six sales clerks in the store, and Su Su was worried that outsiders might hear Ping speaking so loudly. She quickly grabbed Ping's hand: "Okay, please stop talking. There's nothing between him and me. I was just joking with you. Didn't you want to look at clothes? If you keep talking nonsense, I won't keep you company."
Ping was afraid that Su Su would turn on her and leave, and if that happened, the person paying the bill wouldn't pay up. So she stopped the conversation and focused her attention on the clothes. Women are like cats smelling fish when they see beautiful clothes; they pounce on them fiercely.
"Let me try this one on." Ping pointed to the clothes she had just picked out, then pointed to another one and said, "This one is for this lady to try on." Both clothes were more expensive than the one Su Su had just bought; this was blatant ripping people off.
Su Su naturally objected: "I won't try it on. You can wear it and see for yourself. You're the one buying it, not me."
Ping whispered in Su Su's ear, "Are you stupid? The big shot behind me is a free lunch. Do you think he's like your bodyguard? He's got plenty of money. Would it be fair to me if I didn't make him bleed? You took care of me a lot at school, so what's wrong with me taking care of you this time?"
As she spoke, Ping pushed Su Su into the fitting room. The fitting room in this store was very long, with each room separated by boards. There were other customers in the store, constantly going in and out of the fitting room. Su Su went into fitting room number 3, and then someone went into number 4 next door. Ping took the clothes she liked and went into number 2.
Suddenly, Su Su, still wearing sunglasses, came out of the room without changing her clothes. She was afraid of causing trouble if she took them off. She waved the clothes in her hand and said, "It seems like a button is missing. Let's change." What kind of lousy designer clothes are these? Even the buttons can fall off? Ping, who was in room number 2, didn't even bother trying on clothes. She also came out of the room.
"What's going on? Are the clothes in your store genuine?" Ping questioned the sales clerk.
The sales clerk hurriedly said, "Of course it's real. The button probably got caught when someone else was trying it on. I'll replace it for you."
What they say might actually happen. Even if your store is incredibly prestigious, you can't just throw away a garment after someone tries it on, right? That's nonsense. Even if the salesperson says that no one has ever tried on this garment before, don't believe it. And don't believe anything about it being one of a kind in the world. Celebrities wear the same clothes all the time. A garment is just two sleeves and a collar. Even if you're a genius designer, can you guarantee that your idea is unique in the world? Nobody believes that. Even if it's not there today, it will be everywhere tomorrow, especially in China where counterfeits are rampant.
The sales clerk brought out another item, and Su Su casually opened fitting room number 2 and went in. Ping could only go into fitting room number 3, where Su Su had been. At this moment, she was starting to doubt the store's credibility. She had lost her previous enthusiasm for the clothes. What famous stores, famous brands, and services? Even global multinational corporations often recall products. These days, you can't trust anyone. Seafood is unsafe, vegetables are unsafe, cars are unsafe, and even people are becoming unsafe.
Ping listlessly took off her clothes. Her bra was a little off-center, and the way she had squeezed it to create cleavage left heavy marks on her back. Ping unhooked her bra to let her breasts breathe and relax her back. Women have it so hard; is it easy to create cleavage? However, Ping also knew that some stores installed hidden cameras in fitting rooms, so she didn't dare to expose her breasts. Just letting them breathe a little would be fine, lest someone see her naked.
Feeling a peeping gaze from above, Ping looked up. The upper part of the fitting room was open, meaning you could climb from one room to another. However, the partition was very high; even with superhuman agility, climbing such a 90-degree slope would be difficult. Yet, there was a man lying on top. Ping recognized him at a glance because this man was Su Su's bodyguard. When did he enter the store and sneak up to the top of the fitting room without anyone noticing?
Ping's first reaction was to scream, which is also a woman's first reaction. Unless it was Wu Cheng who came in and she didn't care about being naked, or Ping was the kind of woman who wanted a man to come in and be intimate with her, she couldn't be polite to other men in front of Wu Cheng. Otherwise, who would give her money?
Zhao Qiang leaped down and covered Ping's mouth with his hand. Ping's body pressed against Zhao Qiang's chest, and she naturally tried to resist. Zhao Qiang's other hand forcefully squeezed her chest, deforming her breasts that were trying to breathe.
Ping made a muffled sound: "Let me go." This scoundrel bodyguard actually wanted to rape her in the fitting room? How audacious!
Zhao Qiang whispered in Ping's ear, "Don't make a sound if you want to live." Ping wondered if this was a threat. She really didn't dare to move. Could her chastity be more important than her life? Besides, Ping didn't think she was so pure that she wouldn't let a man touch her. As long as Wu Cheng outside didn't know about this, it would be fine. But how long did he plan to finish? Could she even bear it and make a sound? Ping started to fantasize.
*Thud* The fitting room partition was made of fireproof board, which wasn't very hard. With a loud thud, a sharp blade pierced through the fireproof board and entered fitting room number 3. If Ping hadn't been tightly held in the corner by Zhao Qiang, the knife would probably have pierced her chest. Even so, it still pierced a hole in her bra. Ping was so frightened that her face turned pale and she made a sound. If her mouth hadn't been covered, she probably would have let out another high-decibel scream.
Zhao Qiang grabbed the other man's blade, and simultaneously thrust a sharp blade back from his wrist. A genuine scream came from the next fitting room, and blood flowed back down the blade. Zhao Qiang then pulled the long sword that had appeared in his hand from the fireproof panel, and kicked the partition open. In the next fitting room, a man was clutching his chest; he had been stabbed in a vital spot and was already beyond saving.
Suddenly, several bullets pierced through the fireproof board next to fitting room number 4 and shot in. Because a silencer was used, the gunshots were not obvious, and with background music playing in the store, most people could not hear them.
Zhao Qiang had already seen through the situation clearly. He pulled Ping to the ground, and then the long knife in his hand flashed in front of him and turned into a shield, blocking the incoming bullets. If the bullets were allowed to penetrate the wall behind them, Su Su in fitting room number 2 would be in danger.
The man, already stabbed in the chest and dead, had a silenced pistol hidden in his arms. Zhao Qiang kicked it up, grabbed the gun, and fired repeatedly at the direction of fitting room number 5. The screams of pain continued: "Ah..." It must have been the enemy hiding next door who was hit by Zhao Qiang. He had X-ray vision glasses, so he naturally knew the other party's location long ago.
Su Su suddenly pushed open the door of fitting room number 2 and ran out. She hadn't had time to put on her sunglasses and was only wearing a thin shirt. Her bust was small, probably a B cup. When she saw Zhao Qiang coming out of the fitting room, her eyes were filled with fear and confusion. Zhao Qiang pulled her to his side. At that moment, crash, crash! The large glass window of the clothing store shattered from a bullet, and several high-motion bullets flew towards Zhao Qiang and Su Su beside him.
Amidst the sound of shattering glass, Su Su screamed, a normal reaction for a girl. However, there was another voice in her soprano: Wu Cheng. He was standing near the shop entrance, and the fear caused by the shattering glass was the greatest. His shrill scream sounded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He was just an ordinary person, and apart from the conditioned reflex of screaming, he couldn't do anything to dodge. Glass shards shot onto him, almost turning him into a beehive.
Zhao Qiang pulled Su Su into his arms to shield her, using his back to block the incoming bullets. As for the broken glass, it didn't matter; it couldn't penetrate Zhao Qiang's protective suit at all. There was no need to even activate the energy shield; it would be a waste.
Zhao Qiang, carrying Su Su, slid down the ground. In front of them was a luxurious large table. Zhao Qiang pushed Su Su behind the table, then pushed off the ground with his running shoes, propelling himself towards the door. He had already locked onto the direction of the shooter. As he flew, he pulled out an electromagnetic gun from his waist. Bang! The bullet, enhanced by the electromagnetic force, shot out. Thud! It pierced through a metal plate blocking the way, hitting a gunman hiding in the opposite shop squarely on the head. Bang! Like hitting a ripe watermelon, juice splattered everywhere.
Two gunmen rushed down the corridor, pulling out pistols as they ran and firing wildly into the store. Wu Cheng, standing dumbfounded at the door, hadn't even bothered to lie down yet; his two cool-looking bodyguards had vanished without a trace.
Volume 2 [592] Pursuit
【592】Chase
Bang! The first bullet struck Wu Cheng's face. If it had hit, he might have ended up like that watermelon that had blown his head off. Wu Cheng's face turned ashen; the sudden gunshot stunned him. While Zhao Qiang was still in the air, he also fired his silenced pistol. After all, Wu Cheng was Su Su's boyfriend; saving a life was a great act of merit.
Zhao Qiang's bullet collided with the oncoming bullet, and both bullets fell to the ground with a clang. The second man's shot at Wu Cheng missed, because his primary target was not Wu Cheng, but Su Su hiding behind the large table. The bullet hit the table, sending up a cluster of wood chips. Zhao Qiang flicked his wrist and fired a shot, hitting the shooter in the chest. The man swayed, unable to fire any more, and collapsed to the ground dead. Zhao Qiang did not stop, and with a series of bangs, he emptied his gun, killing the gunman whose bullet had collided with his.
Zhao Qiang threw away the captured pistol and then kicked Wu Cheng in the backside: "Get inside."
Wu Cheng dove on all fours, rolling several times on the smooth floor, and when he looked up, he was behind the large table. He scrambled inside, leaving Ping unsafe; she was exposed to the full angle of fire. Zhao Qiang's counterattack enraged the enemy. Several customers rushed out of the neighboring shop, all armed with submachine guns, and began spraying bullets at the shop.
That wasn't all. The saleswoman who had been so friendly helping them choose clothes suddenly changed her expression, lifting her shirt to pull out a gun from her waist. However, they were too close to Zhao Qiang. With a wave of his hand, Zhao Qiang's sword flashed past them. Even these female assassins, who had undergone rigorous training, had no chance to dodge Zhao Qiang's attack. Their bodies tilted and were severed in two. Zhao Qiang's speed, strength, and the sharpness of the weapon made from a combination of screwdrivers were unparalleled.
More and more assassins arrived from each floor, all targeting Zhao Qiang and Su Su. Wu Cheng and Ping were merely collateral damage; Zhao Qiang wouldn't have intervened to save them if it weren't for their innocence.
Zhao Qiang kicked the last saleswoman in the store, breaking her ribs and sending bone fragments lodged in her lungs. This caused her to cough up a large amount of blood instantly, like a fountain, which terrified Ping, who screamed and crouched on the ground, clutching her head. Zhao Qiang pulled her up, then shoved her forcefully, sending her flying into the air before she landed with a thud behind the large table. Zhao Qiang then leaped inside, hiding behind the table. There were too many enemies outside, and Zhao Qiang also needed to protect the three of them, so he couldn't act rashly.
They were temporarily safe behind the table. Su Su was much calmer than before. With Zhao Qiang by her side, what was there to be afraid of? On the other hand, Wu Cheng was trembling. The broken glass had injured him, leaving his face covered in pockmarks and his body in no better shape, covered in blood. Ping was also in a bad state. She had fallen and almost split her buttocks in eight pieces. To make matters worse, her bra had fallen off somewhere, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. In her fear, she didn't bother to cover herself, leaving her breasts exposed to Zhao Qiang. Fortunately, Zhao Qiang wasn't interested. He had seen plenty of women with bigger breasts than hers, and Ping's breasts were obviously sagging, nothing compared to Zhao Qiang's women.
"What... what exactly happened?" Ping asked, trembling, but Wu Cheng had no mind to answer.
Zhao Qiang said, "Who knows?" How could he say that the other party was targeting him and Su Su? Moreover, the first wave of attacks was aimed at Ping. It was hard for outsiders to see the true nature of the matter. If Su Su hadn't accidentally entered fitting room number 2 after her clothes came out because the button was missing, she would have been the first person attacked.
Ping said to Wu Cheng, "Where are your bodyguards? Quickly, let them come in and protect us." Subconsciously, Ping trusted Wu Cheng's bodyguards, after all, she usually lived under their protection. But she forgot that if it weren't for Zhao Qiang, she would have died several times over.
Clang! A grenade was thrown in and landed behind the large table. It turned out that the enemy realized that light weapons couldn't break through the table, and heavy weapons were not feasible to use in the city, as it would be inconvenient to carry them. So the enemy outside was using pistols and submachine guns. Otherwise, wouldn't it have been easy to solve the problem by setting up rocket launchers and bombarding the area?
Seeing the grenade fall, Wu Cheng was so scared that he wet his pants. Having lived in peacetime for so long, who knew he would encounter something like this? Let alone wetting his pants, he might even have peed his pants. Now, almost all the muscles in his body no longer belong to him, and he might not even be able to walk.