The call had not been out for long when 007 answered on the other end.
"Hey! Fall, you finally reached out to me, I’ve arrived in Soraya and am at the Huaixu Hotel," 007 said with a hint of excitement in his voice.
Gu Yuluo, upon hearing this, realized she didn’t even know which hotel she was at, but that wasn’t the point, "How many people did you bring?"
"About a dozen or so, most of them are Second-order Ancient Warriors, and the Third-order ones, including me, make up four," 007 said, sighing softly.
Gu Yuluo listened, simply hmming in response, "Let’s talk in person, send me your location."
"Okay." As he said this, 007 sent Gu Yuluo a location share.
When Gu Yuluo opened the location, geez, was it almost a match?
"Hey? You’re at the Huaixu Hotel too?" Apparently, 007 also saw the relative positions of the two.
"Room number." Gu Yuluo spoke as she picked up her phone and stood up.
"I’m in 807." 007 immediately stated.
Gu Yuluo strode towards the door, opened it, and glanced at her own room number.
Staring at the number 806 on the door, Gu Yuluo fell silent.
Was this... too much of a coincidence?
"Click," the door next door opened.
Gu Yuluo looked in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, she saw a familiar face.
When Gu Yuluo’s call came through, Gu Zhiqi was indeed eating barbecue at a snack stand in Chinatown, and after hanging up the phone, she really did mean to send Gu Yuluo her location.
But before she could send the message, suddenly a shadow swept past her, followed by a group of people rushing by, shouting "Don’t run" and "Stop," whizzing past her and even knocking over her table?
The table flipped, and the plates of barbecue on it fell to the ground, scattering the barely-touched barbecue all over the place. The chasers behind even stepped on the fallen barbecue.
"Bang, bang, bang—bang—bang—"
The last person even kicked the plate of barbecue flying far away.
Gu Zhiqi held her phone in one hand and a finished barbecue skewer in the other, glanced at the trampled mess of barbecue and at the plate that had been kicked far away, silently contemplating.
After a moment, she pocketed her phone and stood up.
Watching the crowd that was gradually moving away, Gu Zhiqi slightly lowered her gaze to the ground, then crouched down and snatched up a skewer that had fallen there.
A dozen or so people rushed past the barbecue stand, causing a bit of a ruckus, not only Gu Zhiqi’s table but also several other nearby tables had been overturned, and some onlookers began cursing at the retreating group.
The beefy man running at the back heard the shouts and stopped in his tracks, turned around, and walked back with a fierce look on his face.
"You fucking bitch, dare to curse at me."
With that, he grabbed a woman’s hair and slammed her toward a nearby table with great force.
But it wasn’t the woman’s; it was the burly man’s.
Just as the woman was about to slam into the table, a pale hand intercepted her.
And the burly man was left clutching his knee, pieced by a barbecue skewer, half-kneeling on the ground, howling in pain.
As the anticipated pain didn’t come, the woman slowly lifted her head, her eyes reddened with tears. When she saw Gu Zhiqi, shock and panic overflowed in her eyes, fear still present as relief added to her expression.
Gu Zhiqi straightened her up, then passed her to the stunned companion standing by, holding a handful of skewers and glancing sideways toward the direction where the group had departed.
After a short moment, the skewers in Gu Zhiqi’s hand suddenly flew out in unison.