On the street not far from the square, a mosquito driving a truck to sell fireworks was caught by a player who was patrolling with the armband of the [Celebration Autonomous Management Committee].
Passers by blocked the surrounding area and looked at the bustle curiously.
"Gan! What's wrong with me selling a little firework! Why can others sell it? I can't!" The trapped mosquito tried to excuse himself, shouting.
The two players who grabbed his arm didn't give any face, and they gushed relentlessly.
"You are so embarrassed!"
"Are you selling fireworks?"
Irina rummaged on the stall and picked up