"Boss."

in the basement of the cabaret bar, there are three rows of thirty neat figures.

"brothers, it's hard." Zhang Tianyu looked at the 30 people in front of him with satisfaction, and couldn't help exclaiming in his heart, "Uncle Bao, I'm afraid these people are trained by you as special soldiers."

"young master, if we only talk about physical fitness, these people are no less than any special soldiers." Shen Bao said proudly. Thirty of them immediately raised their heads, showing a little bit of pride in their eyes. If they had been, they might not have such confidence. But now, after Shen Bao's painstaking training, they have enough...