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.,After a while, Zi collected the things in his hand and slightly raised his head. His eyes, devoid of sorrow or joy, swept over the black people in the courtyard. They all held their breath. As professional assassins, they sensed danger in an instant and instinctively took defensive postures. Suddenly, a light chuckle broke the tense atmosphere.,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.。