Eastern Europe, Wu Country.
In one of Simoski's warehouses for storing goods.
In front of him were seven or eight subordinates, all brawny types, who, after going through terrifyingly brutal training, were now collapsed on the ground, unable to stand.
Each wishing they could turn into a puddle of mud, longing to just lie there forever, motionless.
Today, their boss seemed to have gone mad, directly increasing their usual exercise tenfold or more!
Even if there was a special mission to carry out, it wouldn't require such an increase in exercise for training, would it?
Increasing exercise was one thing, but the boss actually made them do some horse stance!
What a joke!
They aren't Asian monkeys!
The Asian squat was something they naturally couldn't do, and suddenly demanding that they do such a move, and to such a high standard at that.
And for hours at a time!
How could that be possible!
