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"Stop it, what the fuck are you doing?"

This roar startled both the man with red hair and the one with green hair.

They turned their heads and saw a strapping young man in a white shirt, holding a stick, slowly walking towards them.

The young man rolled up his white shirt sleeves. With his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, he had an extraordinary presence. Who else could it be but Chen Mo?

When they saw Chen Mo, the men with red and green hair looked at each other and burst into laughter without any prior agreement.

"Look here, brother, have you been watching too many dramas about heroes saving damsels? You dare to meddle? Are you looking to die? If you're really looking to die, we wouldn't mind taking off one of your arms."

Chen Mo's gaze remained calm as he held the steel pipe and took step by step towards them.

With every step he took, he deliberately struck the steel pipe against the wall.