Ji'an roared, projecting her voice with a burst of heavy, kinetic Qi.
She pointed her finger aggressively at the mud pits. "Did I say you could stop sweating?! Drop the boulders! Everyone! Three hundred one-armed push-ups in the acidic sludge! Right now! If I see a single core sag, I am doubling the count!"
Normally, an order to submerge oneself in flesh-eating acid and perform agonizing manual labor would be met with groans of despair and desperate pleas for mercy.
Not today.
"YES, CHEF!" the eighty men roared in absolute, terrifying, fanatical unison.
It was not a cry of submission.
It was a cry of pure, unhinged ecstasy.
Gu Zhiwei practically threw his boulder aside, diving face-first into the bubbling purple mud.
He didn't just do a push-up; he propelled his entire body three feet into the air with one arm, his golden muscles flexing violently, his eyes locked entirely on Ji'an, desperately hoping she was watching his latissimus dorsi.
