"There's another reason for the space collapsing?" Number Eight didn't expect the situation to be this complicated. "Then why aren't you telling me directly. You are just letting me blabber on mindlessly."
"I didn't plan to have you guess. I just said one sentence and you began to make your own conclusions," said Number Three with a wronged look on his face. He was already cooperating with Number Eight so well, but why wasn't Number Eight satisfied? Was it this difficult to be a nice older brother?
"You…" Number Eight readied up his pale white fist again and was about to hit Number Three. Number Three thought about fighting back but he looked at his own iron fist, that was twice as large as Number Eight's fist, and he decided not to hurt Number Eight again so he quickly replied before Number Eight could start punching him, "Alright, alright, I'll tell you."
