A second later, the machine sounded with the target hit notification, and game tickets popped out from the bottom. Yan Chenxi jumped up excitedly. "Daddy is awesome! Daddy is the best!" Mo Chuxi’s lips curled up involuntarily. Hearing the little one call him "Daddy" again and again, his heart felt like it was melting with sweetness! "Ugh! So it’s you, Yan Chenxi!" A haughty voice from a nearby little boy suddenly interrupted. Mo Chuxi’s smile froze for a moment, frowned slightly as he looked down, seeing a boy with a buzz cut. With just one look, he recognized who this boy was. It was the same brat from the kindergarten hiking event who had laughed at Yan Chenxi for not having a dad! Mo Chuxi’s gaze darkened, but before he could say anything, he saw the brat’s father—a buzz-cut man—approaching. "Daddy, this Yan Chenxi said his dad is the best!" The buzz-cut boy complained to his father. "My dad is the best. Got a problem with that?" Yan Chenxi shot the buzz-cut boy a defiant glance and retorted without hesitation. The buzz-cut boy spat a curse. "Look at your game tickets, only this little bit. Look at mine!" The buzz-cut boy proudly flaunted a huge stack of tickets in his hand. "You don’t even have one percent of what I’ve got! Trash!" Mo Chuxi’s brows furrowed deeply. Is this brat asking for trouble? "My dad and I only just got here, we haven’t played much yet! Otherwise, my tickets would totally outnumber yours!" Yan Chenxi protested indignantly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk! Yan Chenxi, you’re just a little piece of trash! Used to not even have a dad, and now who knows where some random dad popped out from!" "Shut your mouth, you little brat." Mo Chuxi’s icy voice abruptly rang out, making the buzz-cut boy freeze momentarily. "You—you—you, why are you scolding my son!" The buzz-cut man nervously glanced at Mo Chuxi, who was wearing sunglasses, but he still tried to stick up for his kid. "Not only am I scolding him, I’m scolding you too. What kind of parent are you? Does your son even know how to talk like a decent human being? If you can’t teach him, do you need me to arrange for someone to send him to a juvenile correctional facility for lessons?" "...You—you think you’re scaring me!" The buzz-cut man stammered, but inside, his heart was already pounding madly from the pressure of Mo Chuxi’s imposing demeanor. "Hmph! What’s so great about Yan Chenxi’s dad! My dad is the best! He’s a renowned little game prince around here! Yan Chenxi, you keep bragging about your dad being the best, so dare to have your dad compete with mine?" "Who’s afraid of who!" Yan Chenxi agreed instantly, then turned his head abruptly. "Daddy, compete with him! I know you’re the best!" Mo Chuxi looked down at Yan Chenxi and smiled slightly. "Since Xi said compete, then we’ll compete." "Then let’s do this shooting game!" The buzz-cut boy raised his chin arrogantly and made a proposal, his young eyes already flashing with a sly gleam. He had clearly noticed that Yan Chenxi had just been playing this shooting game but had only managed to earn a few tickets—it was obvious he wasn’t good at it! But his dad was different; he never missed a shot! ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ n0velfire.net With a glance at the boy’s expression, Mo Chuxi understood everything. Such a young child with such malicious thoughts—seems it’s my turn to teach him a lesson. "Ten shots each. Whoever hits the most wins!" The buzz-cut boy issued the rules again. Yan Chenxi quickly agreed. "Yan Chenxi, you really aren’t scared of losing, huh? What will you do if you lose?" The buzz-cut boy squinted and gloated smugly. "And what will you do if you lose?" "If I lose, I’ll give you all the game tickets I’ve won this morning!" "What about if you lose?" The buzz-cut boy pressed on, while Yan Chenxi proudly lifted his handsome little face. "Me, lose? Impossible!"