Split Up!

"Yep."

Chen Yun responded.

At this moment, on Qingyu Island, a group of youths in camouflage uniforms were resting.

Every one of them had dark skin. If one did not look carefully, they would probably think that this group of people was from Africa.

"Qiang Zi, are you alright?" A young man looked at the man beside him and asked when he saw the wound on his arm that was more than ten centimeters long.

"It's fine. Give me an alcohol bandage," said Qiang Zi. He took the alcohol from the side, opened it, and poured it into the wound.

"Mm!" With a muffled groan, Qiang Zi's face twitched. Then, the young man beside him quickly bandaged him. Qiang Zi looked at the people beside him. "Hehe, it's like being kicked by a mosquito."