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... boat.

"There seems to be a village by the beach," Zhou Zhi gazed into the distance for a while, "We're not really going to... kill people, are we?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, we're pirates!" the Russian rowed excitedly, "My God... a completely realistic game where I can do what I want, and it's not even illegal! There's one thing you're not wrong about, buddy, this is definitely the most thrilling game in the world."

"I'm glad you're pleased," the host nodded ...

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