"Damn it, what kind of animals are these? So damn hard to shake off," spat a cultural relic smuggler built like a mountain.
A slightly timid one muttered to the gang leader: "Boss Phoenix, I've got a bad feeling about this place... Do we really need to keep going in?"
"Rat, your balls are about the size of a mouse's. We've come all this way, we're not leaving empty-handed," said Monkey, checking his gun with a sneer.
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