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"What weapons to bury? I am a Wing Chun Grandmaster, I disdain firearms!"
Ye Wukong sneered disdainfully, with an air of being invincible under the heavens.
Gu Tianjiao countered, "Since when could you get your hands on firearms? Last time you went to Bali Island, all the guns you buried disappeared."
Xiao Poor Thing nodded, saying, "Exactly, I'm talking about weapons like iron rods, iron bars, and tiger head rings."
Ye Wukong fell into thought.
Suddenly, he seemed a bit tempted.
"During the last five days, everyone should research Venice's environment more and memorize the rules clearly. Once we are in the Survival Competition, don't talk or act strangely in front of humans."
Chu Ge instructed them, not too worried about this Survival Competition.
On the contrary, he was looking forward to it!
Having scraped by in the Survival Competition twice already, this time, he was determined to wield his divine might!
"Alright!"
