Zhou Huan sneered, "Little brats, come and meet your doom!"
"Should I go or you?" Chu Haoyue said.
"You're the older brother, so of course, it's you," Chu Niancheng spread his hands.
"This guy's too weak, you go," he replied.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you saying you're stronger than me?"
"Of course, who else is the older brother here?"
"Pah!"
"Then let's do rock, paper, scissors."
"Alright!"
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
Watching the two kids play so merrily, Zhou Huan couldn't help but twitch his mouth. Were they taking him too lightly? He roared and charged at them, his hands swinging up, bringing a surging coldness with them.
"Dare to cause trouble?"
"Take this punch!"
The two little ghosts threw punches simultaneously, heading straight for Zhou Huan.
