Xiao Li, though hit on the head by the boy called King, didn't get angry. Instead, he chuckled and said, "It's my fault, my fault. King Bro, you really have a firm resolve. But really, King Bro, don't you think using me, your strategist, for this matter is a bit much? Xiao Bolt alone would suffice, wouldn't he?"
"Xiao Bolt, why aren't you moving yet? You must beat that stinky girl until she's searching the ground for her teeth, or don't bother coming back."
Xiao Bolt was a sturdy little boy around five or six years old, somewhat slow-witted. Upon hearing the instructions, he didn't hesitate and charged over while Tangtang watched them pushing one another, growing impatient.
Little Stone clutched Tangtang's sleeve in terror, wanting to go home, which annoyed Tangtang greatly. She glared at him fiercely several times and scolded, "You've really got some nerve. Who is he to scare you like this?"
