In the break room of the Youming Ya Group's security department, more than a dozen shirtless young men, with their robust and muscular upper bodies exposed, were clenching their teeth, standing on a single leg, maintaining a "一字马" posture.
They have been standing since the start of their shift, close to the end of work now, their foreheads covered in sweat, everyone's teeth chattering, yet still daring not to relax the slightest.
Liming his way over, Long Wuhui filled a cup of water from the dispenser, beaming as he shuffled back to his seat, observing these lads who, just a few days ago, were full of provocation, wanting to show him up.
This move was one of the most basic everyday training exercises for new recruits in the Dragon Tooth Unit back in the day, yet it already seemed unbearable for these so-called "elites" from Wang Dajun's faction.
Lin Hai had undergone this kind of training back then, which laid the foundation for his solid leg skills.
