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... m group of people in the panic.

"Fart! The fastest boat in Wuyin can reach 20 knots. Even if we add oar power, we can reach 15 knots in a short time at most! Get away with a fart!" Gu Ming yelled at the first officer, venting his heart restless.

"It's better than waiting to die here..." the first officer said in despair.

"Who told you that you are doomed! Keep your **** eyes on the sea, and report to me any situation!"

"...Yes!" The first officer gritted his teeth and ...

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