Settle Old Scores

Thirty golden-teeth beavers held a long boa tendon in their mouths, and had been trying their bests to pull the boa tendon backwards; their long and shining fur had even stood straight up.

In front of them and on the other end of that boa tendon was Man Man holding it with a proud grin on her face, standing perfectly still on the ground without any difficulty. Meanwhile, she was grinningly yelling at those golden-teeth beavers, “Come on! Pull harder! Harder! Oi, haven’t you eaten enough just now?”

A group of human warriors stood aside, looking at Man Man, this tiny girl, with deeply confused, dumbfounded faces.