"Run, pick up the pace, or there's no breakfast for the last ones!"
Black Shark's voice rang out, and immediately, a group of people sprinted like mad.
No breakfast? What a joke.
Although they didn't understand why they woke up feeling less hungry than before, this cross-country run was just an appetizer for today. If they faced several more intense training sessions during the day without food, they'd starve to death.
Li Yu and others followed behind Zhang Fan, utterly shocked in their hearts. Zhang Fan's speed was anything but slow.
God, they knew that Zhang Fan was carrying seventy kilograms, this guy, is he even human?
The twenty or so people running at the front turned their heads, looking at Zhang Fan who was breezing through the group with disdain in their eyes.
"Being good at fighting doesn't mean squat if you can't outrun yourself," one of them said coldly.
"Exactly, hehe, should we mess with Zhang Fan? If he can't finish, he'll be punished too," another suggested.