That afternoon, instructor Jiang Nian dragged Luo Feng to eat a delicious meal with a few fighters at the headquarters. It was only until evening that Luo Feng was able to return to his home in Yang-Zhou city.
At night, street lights in the south coast area light up.
Three middle-aged men were covered in sweat, laughing and talking as they walked down the street. You can smell wood and paint if you go near it.
“My waist hurts unbearably. I think I should sleep on my stomach tonight "said a burly man holding his waist and said in pain," My prostration also hurts. I guess it's time to do a check at the hospital. Damn, it costs a lot of money. "
“Old Tian, why don't you tell our boss and rest for two days? You can start working again when you feel better ”said Luo Feng's father, Luo Hong
