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"What are you doing, Spike?" Joel Maher stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened. "Hush!" Spike quickly pulled Joel Maher along and crouched in the shadows of the bushes. "Joel grandfather, please don't tell Dad, okay?" Joel Maher looked at the screwdriver in Spike's hand, then glanced at the deflated tires: "Kid, do you know what you're doing?" "Of course I do!" Spike nodded vigorously. "It's like when Joel grandfather told my mom to drink alcohol, it's for a purpose." Joel Maher: "..." How did the young master see through his secretive actions so easily? "Joel grandfather, since we have the same goal, why don't we cooperate?" Spike blinked and took out another screwdriver from his pocket, handing it over. "Let's deflate Dad's tires too, so Mom won't have a c