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Shishan!
Zhang Miao had never expected that Xu Yi's friend would be Shishan!
She instinctively glanced around and felt even colder inside.
Although the yacht was still in nearshore waters, it was at least two or three miles away from the port. There were about two to three hundred people on the yacht, and eighty percent of them were ordinary people.
With Shishan's Hand of God ability, he could easily slice the yacht into scraps of iron or turn it into a honeycomb wreckage, and no one on the boat would escape.
As Zhang Miao was thinking to herself, Shishan walked straight over to her. He smiled at Zhang Miao, "Miss Zhang Miao, we meet again."
"I don't really care to see you," Zhang Miao said indifferently.
This conversation stunned Yang Fei and the others.
"Hey, Sister Xiaoxi, who is this guy? Could it be Miao's ex-man?" Yang Fei whispered.