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"Damn it, who the hell is that!" the black man cursed fiercely in a foreign tone. The bottle had naturally been thrown from the south. He had not expected that in just the short time he was away, Shen Zuiqiu and Zhang Xiao'ou had already found themselves in trouble.
The mocking laughter of the black men only infuriated him further. By now, he could barely contain his rage and finally hurled the water bottle at them.
"Hmm!" The black men turned their heads, and one of them step by step approached him menacingly, a hint of murderous intent already flowing in his eyes. Shen Zuiqiu, of course, noticed this and, worrying about him, shouted, "Get away from here, now!"
She could tell that these black men were no ordinary people; how could an average person, no matter how uncivilized, emanate such a killing aura? His foolish attempt to play the hero might be commendable, but sadly, he lacked the ability to do so.