Sure, here is the translated text:
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Fight! Fight!
There was a little voice in Yang Ming's mind incessantly waving a flag and cheering.
Of course, outwardly he still had to maintain the appearance of someone slightly unwell due to the overwhelming tension around him, wanting to intervene but not daring to speak, only able to frown and look around nervously.
Bryant and this voluptuous woman seemed to have had conflicts before.
Unfortunately, it was obvious the two of them were not about to fight.
After all, there were two big men watching nearby.
The brawny man stood up first, his large hand blocking in front of the voluptuous woman, speaking in a low voice,
"Are the two of you going to duel here? Don't cause trouble, we're on a mission now. Otherwise, if this escalates, we'll all be in trouble."
Bryant's face, usually expressionless, showed a slight smile.
The voluptuous woman merely sneered and calmly changed her position.
