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Fatty Zhang stood his ground, countering Chen Zhixuan with conviction.

"Give me a break, they outnumber us. Would I be an idiot to take them on directly?"

"You talk as if you're the smart one," Chen Zhixuan retorted with a sneer.

The tattooed man crossed his arms, smirking as he eavesdropped on their exchange. He glanced back at his crew with a sense of invincibility