"Ooh-ho-ho-ho-ho! I'm fired up!"
It put away its camera and pulled a brick from its waist—the brick was even bigger than its head. Holding it in both paws, it raised it overhead and looked at the three of them as if ready to die. Its tiny body seemed to erupt with astonishing momentum.
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"Why did this guy suddenly take up a fighting stance?!" March 7th blinked, then picked up a steel pipe from the ground—a rusty length of metal pipe. She weighed it in her hand, and it was just the right weight.
"Here I come! Be good and lie down!"
The next moment, she began fighting the raccoon.
The steel pipe and brick collided in midair with sharp clangs.
Though small, the raccoon was nimble, leaping up and down while occasionally letting out strange cries of "Hoo-ha!"
March 7th, meanwhile, relied on her height advantage, swinging the steel pipe left and right.
Before long, the raccoon was defeated.
March 7th swept it with a blow, sending the brick flying from its paws. The whole raccoon sprawled on the ground, panting heavily.
"Wah, please don't abuse a poor working raccoon..."
"Hmph, weren't you acting pretty tough just now?" March 7th raised her little chin and snorted, twirling the steel pipe in her hand.
"You dared to secretly photograph me. You've got some nerve!"
"Cough, cough... I was just too excited to see my idol."
The raccoon knelt on the ground, trembling as it spoke. Its little paws pressed together in a pleading gesture.
"My brothers and I are all fans of Lord raccoon! Look, this raccoon's outfit was modeled entirely after yours."
"Raccoon?" March 7th first looked at her own outfit—powder-blue casual clothes and a ponytail—then turned thoughtfully toward Yan Huan beside her.
"Damn, no wonder you pulled out