When they opened their eyes, the three Wen sisters, once feared as assassins in the apocalypse, had become pampered daughters of a capitalist family in the 1960s, about to be sent away for “re-education.”
Looking at the activists downstairs shouting that they would help “reform their thinking,”
The youngest, Wen Zhixia, clenched her fists. “Big Sis, I’m ready to throw hands!”
The second sister, Wen Yumo, gently polished her glasses and smiled. “Xiaxia, let’s settle this with words, not fists.”
The cool-headed eldest, Wen Tangwan, nodded, then pulled three sturdy military crowbars from her pocket dimension. “Right. Using these doesn’t count as fighting.”
Just as they hurried downstairs with the crowbars, neighborhood aunties carrying piles of relief goods blocked the doorway. “Um... girls, we’re here to deliver your subsidies for going to the countryside...”
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