In a certain corner of Daxue Mountain, a blizzard ravaged this small farm wantonly. Outside the hut of the farm, three big men were holding guns with vigilant faces, hiding in defense points in three directions, talking sideways with the people inside the hut.

"John?!?!?!" The big man on the left said in surprise after hearing the people in the room ask Dutch.

"Arthur?" John in the room responded unexpectedly when he heard Arthur's voice.

"Fack

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