The young man headed by has short hair, a face with Chinese characters, and a scar under his left eyelid.
He is shirtless, shirtless, holding a long knife in his left hand, casually resting on his shoulder, he doesn’t know what snacks he is chewing, and there is juice splashing around.
The five young people behind him, three men and two women, all have a bold look. They didn’t care if they were blocked in the street or whether they would be taken away by the government.
“Are you the people of the dark dawn?”
Eliza was a little nervous.
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