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"First Master, you have to leave now. She has already gone crazy." Claire, who had followed Big Boss Mo for so many years, naturally knew what Big Boss Mo was capable of. He had never seen anybody who was able to wound Big Boss Mo this gravely in a short time.

It was already difficult for anybody to cause Big Boss Mo to miss a blow or two, let alone draw blood from him.

"Gone berserk?" Big Boss Mo had a malicious and insidious look that reeked of bloodlust. The man, whose shirt had traces of blood on it, was stubborn and cold. He would never throw in the towel this easily.

Especially when he was going up against… her.

"You sure leave me surprised," Big Boss Mo coldly looked at Eleven as he broke into a cold smile. "Eleven, you are never going to stand up to these ten-over guns here however capable you are. You may be insanely fast, but still human. What are your chances of walking out alive?"