Rice Shower still looked flustered. She had plenty of training under her belt now, but she had none of the air of an assassin burdened with a mission that she had in the anime.
Never mind frightening McQueen so badly that she had to hold her tail to enter the gate like in the anime—she could not even take the field with fire blazing in her little eyes.
She had thought Zhou Yuang could persuade her friend and senior to stop. Instead, he suddenly pinned an unbelievable-sounding hope on her, scaring Rice Shower into turning her head aside.
At Zhou Yuang's words and the sight of his hands resting on Rice Shower's shoulders, Bourbon and White McQueen abruptly stopped arguing and turned to stare at him in unison.
Their looks said it all: traitor.
We're over here fighting, and instead of soothing us, you're backing another Uma Musume?!
"Someone's trainer needs a proper lesson, desuwa."
White McQueen's smile carried a threatening edge, and Bourbon's eyes turned dangerous too.
"Yes, I agree."
The two Uma Musume suddenly reached a consensus. Were they about to attack Zhou Yuang together?
"...Tsk, tsk. Looks like you're done for."
Sunday Silence wasted no time rushing over to mock him, ready to sit back and enjoy the show.
"What a pair of vicious women. Why don't you just elope with Rice Shower?"
Sunday Silence had barely finished his usual trash talk when two fists suddenly shot toward him.
To the other Uma Musume in the Livestream Room, White McQueen and Bourbon had each thrown a punch, seemingly to intimidate Zhou Yuang.
But Zhou Yuang and Manhattan Cafe saw it clearly: Sunday Silence had caught both punches squarely with his face.
"Trainer-san, later...remember to change that weird username back."
White McQueen quietly withdrew her fist and smiled