"It's not right to act directly, it'll make us look like bullies."
"Then what do you suggest? Just let him get away? I can't accept that." Bai Bufan frowned.
Lin Li didn't say anything; he slowly took out two boxes of pop pop firecrackers from his jacket pocket.
He tossed one box to Bai Bufan.
"To deal with bratty kids, you need to use a language they understand. Use their own tricks against them."
Bai Bufan curled up a smile, glancing at the firecrackers in his hand. They were more powerful than the ones kids played with—after all, he bought them for himself—but they're relatively safe, mainly flashy.
Perfect to scare that guy.
"Got it!"
The two exchanged a glance, hesitated no more, and immediately chased after the fleeing child.
With the difference in leg length, they easily caught up, lighting the firecrackers in their hands with a sinister grin.
"Whoosh—pop!"
"Whoosh—pop!"
