Matthew, however, changed his mind all of a sudden and decided to let his sons shoot him. While he held two of his sons in both arms, he smiled as his other two boys aimed their toy guns at him. They each took a shot, hitting Matthew successfully with two water pellets.

Colman couldn't contain his laughter as he clapped his hands with joy. "We did it!"

Damian followed suit, as he proudly brandished his toy gun towards his father. "Dad, you got fooled by us, didn't you?"

The other two boys grabbed onto Matthew's shoulders as tightly as they could. Adkins shouted at Colman and Damian, "Hurry up and get Dad again! Shoot him two more times. We won't get this chance again."

Boswell grunted and said, "We've got him. Do it now!"

Much to their surprise, Matthew acted quickly and used his sons to block the shot causing the water pellets to hit Boswell and Adkins on the butt.

This time, it was Matthew's turn to laugh, but Erica was quicker than him. When she saw what had happened to the boys, she burst into a derisive laughter.

Boswell pouted his lips and complained, "Dad, how could you use your own sons to shield yourself away from the water pellets? We are just kids!"

Matthew was very amused by Boswell's annoyance and he replied, "Don't forget that you set me up first!" To put it bluntly, the boy was just like his mother—always unreasonable.

However, Adkins secretly winked at Colman, who upon receiving his brother's signal did not hesitate to shoot the man on the leg while he was busy talking to Boswell.

"Yeah! I did it again!"

The four kids were genuinely proud of themselves for successfully bullying Matthew. They jumped with excitement and rejoiced at their victory over their father. For a brief moment, the atmosphere in the CEO's office became lively and vibrant.

After a while, Matthew feigned seriousness and said, "All right, boys! Go get some towels and clean up this mess now!"

Adkins straightened up and saluted his dad. "Yes, sir!"

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Boswell chimed in as well, "We will not fail our mission!"

Colman, however, stuck his tongue out at his father and ran to grab his leg, tugging at him like a spoiled child. "Dad, I don't want to clean up. Can I just ask the cleaning lady to clean this up?" he begged.

Damian paused to think for a while. Before Matthew could say anything, Damian pulled Colman back and said, "I'm sure the cleaning lady has a lot of work to do. Let's just clean this place up ourselves! Come on, Colman, It's n

em?"

Erica burst into laughter immediately. "Of course not!"

Matthew sighed and sat down to help his son understand. "Let's compare your wife to the toy gun in your hand. You can play with your own gun as much as you like, right?"

"Yes!"

"What if it belongs to someone else? You shouldn't touch something that belongs to someone else without their permission, right?" Matthew looked at him expectantly.

"Right!"

"Good!" Matthew gently patted the boy's head. At least, his son was smart enough to understand that.

Then, Colman asked another question. "What if I ask for permission? Will I be able to play with their toys then?"

"Well, sure." Matthew, however, forgot to add, "But that doesn't apply to women."

As such, many years later, Colman ended up asking one of his friends, "Can I kiss your woman?"

His friend, however, thought that he was just joking, so he decided to play along and said, "Sure!"

Unfortunately for him, Colman wasn't joking and he kissed his friend's woman.

The two friends ended up turning against each other almost immediately and engaged in a fierce fight on the spot. After that incident, they hardly kept in touch with each other.

Later, that woman eventually became Colman's wife and his friend's ex-girlfriend.

On the day of the autumn sports meeting, in order to allow every child to participate in the activity, Matthew took his three friends to attend the game, while Erica cheered for them in the crowd.

Joshua had Adkins in his arms, while Harmon was holding Boswell. Sheffield and Colman were in the same group, while Matthew himself was holding Damian, his youngest son, in his arms.