Chapter 159: A Coward Who Abandoned His Teammates to Escape?

"Stop!"

Su Xiaoli cried out charmingly at the sight, intercepting Rocalen:

"This is a sacred Buddhist ground, no blood must be shed here. Put away your little gun and don't do anything reckless, you hear me?"

"Ah... Okay, okay."

Rocalen was completely disarmed by the cuteness of the beautiful girl before him, feeling a sudden melting sensation in his heart. He immediately put down his gun as she asked, flashing a sly smile:

"Whatever my little beauty says goes."

With Su Xiaoli stepping in, Wu Qitian was finally out of danger.

A moment ago, he had actually experienced the terrifying sensation of lingering at the gates of hell. If the man had really pulled the trigger, Wu Qitian’s life would have truly come to an end right there.

Su Xiaoli then walked over, gently pinching his handsome cheek, and said in a coaxing voice:

"Look at you, you are simply dead stupid! Look at him."

"You're calling me stupid? Who's 'him'?"

Wu Qitian felt a sweet bliss from having his cheek pinched, yet he was utterly confused by her words. When he looked around and noticed that someone was missing—specifically someone from his own team—he suddenly realized:

"You mean that newcomer is gone?"

"That's right. How smart of him, he slipped away long ago."

"Hmph."

Wu Qitian merely gave a disdainful smile and then said with a righteous expression:

"How could I ever be like that coward, abandoning all of you to save my own skin? Even if I die, I will die together with you. I would never cling cowardly to life."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. Somehow, I have a feeling he will come back to save us."

"How is that even possible? That punk is not our kind, not our comrade. He actually committed the shameful act of abandoning his teammates to flee alone, completely tarnishing the reputation of the Divine General Squad. I now officially declare that Chen Yufeng has failed his assessment and is not qualified to join the Divine General Squad."

Clearly, in Wu Qitian's mind, Chen Yufeng had already been labeled as a despicable villain who only knew petty tricks and abandoned his teammates to save himself.

"Sigh, adversity truly tests true feelings. Our old comrades share such a deep bond!" Meng Tao sighed from the side.

"Indeed. After all, that newcomer has never witnessed such a terrifying and dangerous scene, so getting scared is probably normal. He might know a few petty tricks, but he can never accomplish anything major. The Divine General Squad does not need someone who only plays petty tricks and abandons his teammates to die alone at a critical moment."

Jiang Kun could not help sighing as well.

It was evident that they shared Wu Qitian's mindset, branding Chen Yufeng as a petty scoundrel who relied solely on cheap cleverness.

Chen Yufeng had been standing at the very back of the formation.

After entering, these supernatural beings had been staring blankly at the golden Buddha statue in a daze, while Rocalen’s subordinates started rummaging around looking for treasures, so no one had paid attention to him, presenting him with an opportunity.

He had seized that brief window to slip away.

The remaining supernatural beings had a miserable time. Whether they were from the Red Legion or the Shinpu Squad, they were treated as errand boys by Rocalen’s subordinates.

The slightest hesitation was met with fists and kicks.

When this golden Buddha proved too heavy to lift, Rocalen led his men to continue searching the ancient hall for gold and silver treasures.

Pity these supernatural beings—even when they discovered treasures, they had to hand them over, entirely reduced to beasts of burden...

"Useless trash! If you can't lift the big one, can't you even lift the small one? Move faster!"

At this moment, Tild, Wu Qitian, and the others were doing heavy coolie work, trying to haul a half-person-high small golden Buddha.

Small it might be called, but it was not actually small—merely slightly smaller than the previous person-high golden Buddha. However, for some unknown reason, this golden Buddha was exceptionally heavy, weighing at least four to five hundred catties.

Naturally, lifting it with four people was utterly exhausting, and soon their legs gave out and they could no longer carry it.

The rest of the supernatural beings were no better off, completely reduced to laborers for this gang, with each person holding large cloth sacks stuffed with all kinds of gold, silver, jade, and precious stones.

These were all items Rocalen and his men had gathered from several nearby ruined ancient halls. Right now, his heart was bursting with excitement—so many good treasures! This trip had truly not been in vain.

He even wondered if this could be the legendary treasure of the King of Loulan?

"Haha, heaven truly helps me."

Regardless, he felt that his trip had been more than worthwhile; he had made a fortune.

Ah!

At that moment, Wu Qitian suddenly let out a miserable scream, immediately followed by groans of pain from Tild and the others.

The next second, all of them collapsed to the ground together.

As it turned out, Wu Qitian simply could not support the weight any longer; his steps had faltered and he fell, dragging Tild and the others down and causing the golden Buddha to crush their feet.

Wu Qitian himself suffered the most, with half his body pinned under the weight, his chest tightening so much that he almost vomited blood.

"You useless piece of trash! Why didn't you just smash your head and die?"

Tild, Wick, and Ichiro Sato, whose legs had been crushed as collateral damage, were in excruciating pain and naturally furious, immediately unleashing a torrent of abuse at Wu Qitian:

"Utterly useless. In the words of you Huaxia people, you are an idiot who ruins more than he accomplishes."

"Stupid pig, a massive stupid pig! Of no use whatsoever, and you drag us down with you. Why don't you just die?"

"Useless trash, good for nothing, worthless..."

Rocalen’s men subjected him to another round of fists and kicks, supplemented by a baptism of saliva. Had Su Xiaoli not intervened and stopped them in time, he likely would have been beaten to death on the spot.

At this moment, Wu Qitian felt utterly aggrieved and enraged to the point of vomiting blood.

Suddenly, he felt as though he had become trash—trash even worse than an ordinary person. The transcendent power he once possessed, the lofty and condescending sense of superiority of looking down upon all living beings, had completely vanished.

Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that leading this operation would end in such a plight.

Pitiful, pathetic, lamentable, and hateful!

Filled with tumultuous emotions and profound resentment, he watched as Su Xiaoli instructed Rocalen to order a few of his men to lift the golden Buddha and rescue Wu Qitian and the others.

She then walked over to him and consoled him:

"Poor, unlucky little Tian, just wait a little longer. Someone is coming to save us right now."

"Someone is coming to save us? Who?"

"Why, the person who is much more useful than you!"

"You mean that punk?"

Wu Qitian instantly reacted, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his heart: "You're saying that despicable coward who abandoned his teammates to flee is going to come save us? You're saying he's more useful than me?"

"Uh, sorry. Did saying that hurt your ego?"

Realizing something, Su Xiaoli quickly handed him a lollipop to comfort him, saying with a charming laugh:

"At least he's smarter than you!"

"Hmph, smart? He just knows some cheap tricks."

Seeing Su Xiaoli hold Chen Yufeng in such high regard naturally displeased Wu Qitian:

"Let alone the fact that a shameless scoundrel like him won't come, even if he did, could he possibly defeat this gang? Could he dodge a hail of bullets? I think you're overestimating him by far."