In a farmhouse in a small mountain village, two groups of people were facing each other. Both sides were prepared for a fight, with roughly equal numbers. The atmosphere was tense... an ominous silence filled with the smell of gunpowder.,Those two guys from Continent F and Continent Z, in Zhou Yi's eyes, were just bored troublemakers. They had been arguing for so many years, endlessly, but neither of them could get the upper hand. Now that they finally had a holiday, who would bother with their nonsense They all hid here to avoid it, yet they still wouldn't let anyone be at peace.,The person on the right is definitely going to survive, and the atmosphere in the whole courtyard has also relaxed. The two leaders looked at each other, tacitly understanding, and said, “In that case, we shall take our leave of Miss Zhou.”。