Fighting Japanese Pirates? No, Fighting the Daddy of Japanese Pirates Is More Interesting!

The little ones erupted into an earth-shaking clamor.

It was not just Cloud Kun, who had just been beaten, nor just the Brush Pot, which had only just awakened and formed its consciousness.

Little Puppet, Little Ink Marker, Little Oil Lamp—even Doll Cabinet and Lan Zhuang—who among them had not lived through that period, that history of invasion, trampling, humiliation, and devastation?

Even Compass, Red Wedding Dress, and the Scroll, as well as the Buddha statues in the Buddhist Shrine and the Silk Skirts—they had not experienced those years of blood and fire, but in various ways, they had all dealt with the people Cloud Kun hated.

Now that they started arguing, they were united in hatred, each shout louder than the last:

[Exactly! Kill them!]

[Hit them back!]

[Revenge!]

[Those mere Japanese Pirates dare offend our Celestial Empire? Beat them to death! We must beat them to death!!!]

Shen Le could still calm them down when it was one arguing, or two. But with more than ten little ones shouting together, his head felt like it was splitting apart.

These little ones did not use their throats. Covering his ears with his hands would not block the noise—their voices went straight into Shen Le's mind!

There was no blocking them at all!

"Quiet down, all of you!"

Shen Le raised both hands in a French military salute, beside himself with exasperation.

"If there's something you want to say, some idea you have, say it slowly! With all of you talking at once, I can't even hear what you're saying when I try to talk to you!"

After shouting three times in a row, the noise around him finally gradually died down. Only then did Shen Le notice—

the phone on the workbench was vibrating nonstop, as though some message