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"Damn it!" How could there be an ambush? "Holy sh * t!"

He quickly ordered: "Retreat the encirclement, hurry up and kill them all. Prodigal son, hurry up and get the people who just died over here over here. Why are you dawdling? "Holy sh * t …"

- 45!

- 37!

- 29!

"..."

Four Seas was still in command when a string of damage values landed on his body