Chapter 33 — You Want to Molest Us?
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Gu Mengyao slapped Wei Zhao's hand, knocking it away from Shen Yushu's. In truth, it would be more accurate to say Wei Zhao had let go on reflex; otherwise, that one blow of hers could never have done it.
"Wei Zhao, what do you think you're doing? Taking advantage of Xiaoshu?" Gu Mengyao glared at him, her eyes full of fury.
"I... ah, there's no time for a long explanation—just get out of here with me, both of you!" Wei Zhao's gaze flicked from the bank's glass window to the street corner not far off, and he spoke with great urgency.
Taking advantage? Wei Zhao was dizzy with exasperation. At a moment like this, who had time to take advantage of anyone?
"And why should we?" Gu Mengyao snorted. "Who do you think you are? Are you out of your mind? If you want to leave, leave by yourself—we still have a card to get made."
Shen Yushu was rather baffled too. What had gotten into Wei Zhao? He had seemed steady enough, so why had he suddenly turned so flighty?
"Out first, talk later." This time Wei Zhao brooked no argument; as he spoke he seized both their hands, Shen Yushu's and Gu Mengyao's, one to each side, and pulled them along with him.
"Let go!" Gu Mengyao was going out of her mind. She had not expected that after assaulting Shen Yushu, Wei Zhao would stretch his wicked claws toward her as well. She wrenched her arm furiously, struggling to break free of his grip.
"Yaoyao, let's just go out with him first and talk." Shen Yushu was the more level-headed of the two. Having recovered from her first shock, she saw that Wei Zhao's face bore no lecherous look at all; what was written there was plain anxiety.
Shen Yushu knew Wei Zhao rather better than Gu Mengyao did. She knew he would never come to a bank for no reason at all just to play the rogue with the two of them; if he truly meant to take advantage of them, last night had been the perfect chance. Only a man with something wrong in the head would choose a crowded bank for it.
Gu Mengyao was taken aback, and looked at Shen Yushu in surprise, unable to understand why she had so suddenly come over to Wei Zhao's side.
Wei Zhao looked at the hesitant Gu Mengyao and sighed inwardly. Too late, for he had already seen several men in black trench coats push open the bank doors and walk in.
"Bang!" A sharp report of gunfire instantly reduced the orderly bank to chaos; screams, the wailing of children, and alarm bells all rang out at once.
"Nobody move! Move and you're a dead man!" The leader, a bald man wearing a black mask, leveled a black pistol and shouted at the people inside the bank.
Wei Zhao let out a faint sigh. In the scuffle with Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu just now, the best moment to run had already slipped by; to try and flee now seemed all but impossible.
Still, Wei Zhao did not blame Gu Mengyao or Shen Yushu; after all, they could not have realized that danger was closing in on them. They had only done what seemed to them normal...