When it was almost noon, they arrived at the village.
When Qin Xi saw eight topless young men training on the ground outside the village, she revealed a gratified smile.
At this moment, the eight of them were in the horse stance. Two sandbags weighing no less than 60 kilograms were hanging on their raised arms. Their muscles were bulging, and they gritted their teeth with determination in their eyes. They did not make a sound, despite the bean-sized sweat on their foreheads dripping down their bronze skin.
"Tsk, these eight people are quite endurant. Their mental toughness is not bad," Qin Xi said with a smile.
Han Shi was amused. "They have to. Wang Zhiqiang and Berserk are standing there. These people are extremely obedient and are afraid of being beaten up."