"I finished the script ages ago. All that's left is to print it." The screenwriter took a puff from his pipe and sneered. "Instead of questioning me, you should be asking what this brat is up to—he actually told me to rewrite the ending according to his ideas.
"Hmph. A snot-nosed kid barely in his teens thinks he can tell me what to do. If someone doesn't know how to respect their elders, they won't get anywhere in society. I'm teaching him a lesson on behalf of his dead father. Got a problem with that?"
Ito Megumi ran over to support her brother. Hearing that, her eyes reddened with fury. "You're not our father, and you're even less qualified to teach Brother a lesson in his place! You're nowhere near as good as my dad! You... you're not even worthy of carrying his shoes!"
"Tch, where'd a little brat like you learn to talk like that?" the screenwriter cursed, raising a hand to flick Ito Megumi on the forehead.
But just as he bent down, a sharp clang— suddenly rang out in front of him, as though something had sprung open.
The Collapsible Baton in Ito Megumi's arms suddenly extended. Its tip shot out with a swish, moving too fast for the eye to follow, and thudded straight into the screenwriter's nose.
His fragile nasal bridge took a direct hit. The screenwriter howled and clutched his face, toppling backward before landing on the ground with a thump amid a spray of nosebleed.
Ito Megumi stared in shock at the large man sprawled on the ground, then at the magical telescoping baton in her hand. "..." Brother Jiang Xia's stuff was really useful!
Jiang Xia took his old companion from her hand and pretended to inspect it. "Why did it spring