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"Ming Lang, are you trying to fight for 'those people'?"

A cold light flashed in Bo Yuheng's cold eyes. That light was like a blade or a sword as it flew straight towards Ming Lang.

The sea breeze was getting stronger.

The waves that were rushing towards the reef sent up a huge splash.

Both of them were wet.

"I'm not trying to fight for them. I'm trying to fight for them