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Behind the sails, about ten bowmen were huddled together, each wearing a fierce expression. They stared as "Tianbao" dove and rolled into the corridor, followed by the clang of swords and screams. But in the darkness, everything was indistinct.
After a while, a pair of cold eyes emerged from the darkness, sending chills down the spines of those men.
The leader was a short man with dark skin and a crossed scar on his bare chest, wearing a black cloth shirt.
"What should we do?"
"Don't panic! Tianbao didn't bring many people this time, so we'll burn his ship and make sure he dies,"
the short man gritted his teeth.
"Burn the ship?"
The sea breeze blew off Cha Xiaodao's headscarf, revealing a shiny bald head.
As he struck a match, the flame danced, and the cigarette hanging from his mouth flickered on and off.
"Shall I help you?"
Flames roared!
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