Qi Fei's plan to do her own thing still fell through.
That day, Xiao Li and Little Li's fireworks had gone back and forth, trading blows one-on-one. Before long, they got carried away and started airing each other's dirty laundry.
"You say my girlfriend ran off, and I'll call you so bad you can't even kick a ball."
They brought up everything from ambushing their own people with hunting traps in the wilderness to hanging kindergarten friends from tree branches.
They said everything, whether it was fit to be said or not.
At first, the onlookers pretended to make fireworks while secretly pricking up their ears to listen.
Later, they simply abandoned the fireworks and lined up to cheer the two of them on.
Then the sisters struck at the same time, firing a quick shot that blasted everyone away.
And they still weren't satisfied.
One grabbed Hestia by the feet while the other seized her hands, and together they carried off the Feast Witch, who had been heckling them.
Then, using a chair piled high with fireworks and firecrackers, they sent her flying into the sky.
If Hestia and her sister hadn't been so nimble, they'd probably still be up there flying around now.
Naturally, the others weren't happy about being blasted away.
They immediately wheeled out cannons—Qi Fei really couldn't bring herself to call those things fireworks—and fired back.
Though the Li Sisters had the advantage of being prepared in advance and packed quite a punch, they were outnumbered.
Before long, they were knocked to the ground, then hoisted up by their sisters and stuffed into the cannons.
"Any last words?"
The Angelite sisters stood beside the two cannons with torches in hand, looking at the two women whose heads were the only parts sticking out.
"Outnumbered, but