The Very Wealthy Mei Youqian

He drew closer.

Only then did Jiang Fu get a clear look at the newcomer.

He was burly and powerfully built, standing at least two meters tall.

As he ran,

the desert beneath his feet seemed to tremble faintly.

Suddenly,

The fellow who called himself Mei Youqian stopped.

He turned around. "Honey! Hurry up! These Bearded Pirates will get away if you don't!"

Mei Youqian had a booming voice.

It rolled out across the desert.

A moment later,

a petite figure barely a meter and a half tall

caught up from behind.

She cursed as she ran. "Mei Youqian, you blockhead! Why are you running so fast? Are you picking on me because my legs are short?"

"And another thing!"

"They're Fake Beards, not fucking Bearded Pirates!"

Still roaring,

the girl pattered across the sand on her short little legs and reached him.

Then,

Clang—

"Ow, fuck!"

"Mei Youqian! Couldn't you stand farther away?"

Her petite body crashed straight into Mei Youqian's backside, and she bounced three meters away.

Her voice was astonishingly loud.

She roared at Mei Youqian.

"Oh, honey, are you okay?"

Startled, Mei Youqian hurried over to help her up.

The girl shoved Mei Youqian away and snapped, "Even if I was fine before, I wouldn't be after you hit me!"

Mei Youqian ducked his head. "You were the one who hit me."

The girl roared, "For every action, there's an equal and opposite reaction! Don't you understand that?"

Mei Youqian ventured cautiously, "If you're okay, let's kill these two fake pirates and do our bit for the practical combat exercise!"

As he spoke,

he charged toward Jiang Fu and Shi Jiu as if fleeing for his life.

He swung the battle saber in his hand and slashed at them.

Jiang Fu crooked a finger.

The Pink-Bow