"Hmph!" The little guy turned his face to the side, "Tearing down other people's homes, you're all bad people. I don't want to be in your crappy movie about bad guys..."
Saying that, he started to pull at his costume, tearing open the belt, yanking off the robe and throwing it to the ground. Not feeling satisfied, he stomped on it heavily twice.
"Stop it!"
Leng Zimo was angry too.
This costume was custom-made by the company at great expense. The patterns on it were all hand-embroidered. Not only was it costly, but it also took time to complete. If it got damaged, it would take a long time to make a new one.
Shoving Mike aside, he grabbed the little guy's arm.
"Try stepping on it again?"
The little guy's arm hurt from his grip, but he wasn't afraid. Looking up at Leng Zimo, he lifted his small foot and stomped heavily on the robe on the ground again, even twisting his toe to make the beautifully embroidered robe crumple.
