When she heard their words, Feng Ling kept one hand against the ground and raised her other hand to wipe her sweat. She spoke to Qiao Fei with gratitude: "There's no need to reduce the intensity. I can keep up. It's fine."
Nanheng did not seem to appreciate her words. He only gave her an indifferent glance. "You better keep up. Otherwise, you can scram back to Team One."
The other four exhausted men immediately fell into a heavy silence. Their boss has always been harsh. In moments like this, no one dared to say a single word against him.
Qiao Fei still wanted to continue. Nanheng furrowed his brows. "Are you done with the handover work for Team Two? If you're not, scram back and get it done. What are you standing here for? Do I keep you here for you to daydream?"
When everyone heard these words, they quickly resumed their training, fearful of being their boss's next target.