By the time the group dispersed, Song Xiancheng said to Song Xianhe amid sobs, "Brother, what do we do? They aren't even letting us beg on the streets. They're being bullies! We are still too young. Once we grow up, I'm sure I can beat them."
Song Xianshu clenched his teeth and said, "If we don't have enough strength, we'll use weapons and techniques. He who is down need fear no fall! If this continues, we will starve to death sooner or later. Since every outcome is death, why don't we fight it out with them? Brother, what do you think?"
Song Xianhe nodded in silence. "If they aren't letting us brothers live, then us brothers are going to make them die! But we mustn't be rash on this matter. Dad has already taken the blame for us once. We have to plan well before taking action. We still have a bit of money. Let's buy some gifts tomorrow."
"Brother, why are we buying gifts?" Song Xiancheng asked.
