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... of the most painful things in the world is that people are alive, money is spent Gone. .

That's gambling! Compared with all the gambling that all net worths have been suppressing during the previous struggles, this time it can only be regarded as a small gamble.

Regardless of whether the Pirate King is a personal combat force, high-tech battleships, the use of pirate guerrilla tactics, or even the size of the fleet, he is stronger than himself in all aspects. This is an opponent w ...

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