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"Brother, you're right." John Leo's eyes aesthetic became blurry, as if a layer of orangutan-red light was flooding in them, eccentric and full of danger. "We're just a group of abandoned soldiers, had it not been for some luck, our bodies would've already decayed. Collaborate? Ha, is there a need? Brother, I can't stand it anymore, my blood is beginning to boil."
Yves King stretched out his hand and gently patted his shoulder, whispering, "Leo, control, you must learn how to control yourself. Only your heart and your soul can master your power."
The seemingly delirious voice seemed to work very well on Leo. He gradually calmed down, and that pervasive smell of blood emitted from him began to dissipate slowly.