"Really?" the little girl sneered at the younger boy, "You're going down to my fists just because you can't use the weapons in your prosthetic limbs? Then you really are trash."
"You... you... you..." The younger boy's face turned red, but he didn't know how to retort.
After all, as Ju had said, even if the weapons in the prosthetics couldn't be used, they were still made of metal, certainly not something flesh and blood could contend with.
But he had been knocked down by Ju, which made him feel very embarrassed, so he could only look at his older brother—the chubby boy—with hopeful eyes.
And the chubby boy didn't dilly-dally. He directly punched Ju in the stomach, causing her tender face to tightly twist.
But she didn't make a sound, just coldly looked at the chubby boy. The look in her eyes wasn't one that should belong to someone her age, making the chubby boy shiver. Then he hit her again.
