The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 1445: Run, Everyone

With a gunshot, everyone howled and rushed out.

Fangzheng and Red Boy exchanged looks and hurriedly followed. However, the two of them were in no rush as they slowly ran behind. Red Boy whispered, "Master, why don't we be first place!?"

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "No. Being first place will stand out too much. It will bring a lot of trouble. Let's just be second and third. Doesn't matter if we earn less…"

Red Boy nodded. "Alright, I got it. When do we speed up?"

Fangzheng said, "Hmm, we will speed up once we leave this area. Once we leave the city and enter the mountain, we can run as we please."

Red Boy expressed his understanding.

That's right, the marathon only had a small stretch in the city. A segment was along forest roads outside the city. And the theme of this marathon was to promote environmental protection, harmony between man and nature…

Outside the crowd, a group of reporters were driving alongside. At that moment, they happened to snap a picture of Fangzheng and Red Boy. A female reporter said with a smile, "Look, it seems like these two are an Asian elder and child. I never expected them to be here for the marathon. I wonder if they can finish a hundred meters… Heh heh…"

Upon hearing that, Fangzheng pricked up his brows and thought to himself, "Are you looking down on me?"

Therefore, Fangzheng looked up and said, "Patron, This Penniless Monk has to remind you that we have already run a hundred meters."

The female reporter looked embarrassed. She quickly said, "Oh, that's really amazing. I hope that you two can reach the final line, heh heh…"

Upon hearing that, Red Boy and Fangzheng were somewhat displeased. They blew at the female reporter's skirt and the next moment…

"Ah!" The female reporter hurriedly pressed down her dress and screamed…

Red Boy grinned and said with a smile, "She got what she wanted this time. Becoming world-famous. Hehe…"

Fangzheng raised his hand and smacked Red Boy on the head. "Don't be naughty. Don't cause trouble. Making money takes priority! Don't forget that we don't have passports. Quickly run! Get the money and then return home!"

Only then did Red Boy recall that the two of them were illegal immigrants. If they were too cocky, they would probably be arrested before they even got a single cent…

Therefore, Red Boy became obedient. The two also sped up and quickly merged into the crowd.

By the time the female reporter came back to her senses, she could no longer find the two of them.

With the passage of time, the group of marathoners had successfully run out of the city twenty minutes later. They hit the forest road.

The forest road here was completely different from what Fangzheng had expected. It wasn't a straight road, but one filled with bends and many forks. Instead of a forest road, it was more like a forest park…

Fangzheng and Red Boy sped up the entire journey. From being in the last percentile, they quickly made their way to the thirtieth percentile. There were people everywhere. Finally, it turned into a group of strong young people wearing shorts, shirts, and professional running shoes.

Upon seeing these people, Fangzheng knew that they were the main characters of today and not those who tailed at the end…

As Fangzheng sized up these people, they also noticed Fangzheng. They looked at him like he was looking at a monster. Think about it, an old monk in tattered monk robes suddenly appeared amidst a group of young athletes. What kind of experience was that?

What if there was an additional kid who was slightly above one-meter-tall and dressed in monk robes? The crux of the problem was that although the child's legs were short, his two short legs were able to run like a vehicle's wheels. Although his steps were small, he was very fast!

Just these two weirdos entering the crowd made everyone's expressions turn odd. They thought to themselves, were these two Asians trying to disgust them? F**k!

"Master, are we going to accelerate further?" asked Red Boy.

Fangzheng nodded. "Accelerate! Target second place! Just follow first-place!"

Red Boy nodded and the two accelerated again.

Then, those athletes who felt disgusted looked at the old and young duo slowly running past them as they ran faster and faster…

"Oh my god, did this elder and child drink petrol? Why are they running so fast?" t handsome English man exclaimed.

"It will be our shame to be overtaken by them. Chase after them!" A black man roared as he began to accelerate.

"For the honor of young people, give chase!" a woman shouted.

"For the sake of adult's, give chase!" a hundred men shouted and chased after them.

Hence, under the agitation by the duo who had rocked the boat, the thirtieth percentile who were initially lagging behind immediately sped up and approached the twentieth percentile!

"What's going on at the back? Why is it like they are being pumped with hormones? Why are they running so fast?" An English man in the twentieth percentile, turned his head when he heard the footsteps behind him. He was shocked—the thirtieth percentile was almost chasing up to him!

"So what if they chase up. We're still far from the finishing line. Pace yourself steadily. We have to keep your stamina for the final burst." A slightly older person patted the man's shoulder, indicating for him to focus, control his breathing, maintain speed, and not get distracted.

But the next moment, an old man slowly appeared in front of them!

Then, under the duo's shocked gazes, he gradually distanced from them!

What made the two of them even more incredulous was that a child was following behind the old man. He even flipped his middle finger at them!

"Uncle, this can't be tolerated. I'm going to teach that brat a lesson!" The English man roared and chased after him.

The uncle shook his head helplessly. He did not chase after them but continued to maintain his speed. Then, he saw young people surpassing him. As they ran, they shouted, "You trash, you can't even beat an elderly man in his seventies or eighties. What use are you for?"

"Trash, what use are you for to be overtaken by a child?"

"Hey! Trash. Can you run faster?"

Upon hearing these harsh words, the uncle shouted, "You little bastards, watch me not catch up to you!"

Then, he accelerated…

The twentieth percentile began to accelerate due to the agitation from the thirtieth percentile…

Hence, the two percentiles merged into one and started charging towards the three people in the tenth percentile!

The three people in the tenth percentile turned their heads and were stunned…

"Bigg, are these guys mad? We just left the city, and they're already going all out? Will they still have stamina towards the end?" Drax yelled as he watched the people approach.

"I don't know. I only know that I will not allow myself to be surpassed by a child and an eighty-year-old! This is my pride!" Bigg roared as he accelerated.

"Drax, don't look at me. I won't allow them to surpass me either. If they overtake me and get first, I think I'd rather die!" Sambuc also sped up.