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Morishima Shinto and Huo Zunbao ran to Xiaoman's crew while gasping for breath.

The staff behind them were like two big dogs running around.

"Morishima... Shinto... Young Master."

"Mr. Huo..."

The two boys in front of them had thick gunpowder in their eyes.

"Xiaoman."

"Xiaoman."

The two of them raised their heads at the same time.

But...

They were dumbfounded