The result of the right-fist test reached an astonishing 3,125.8 kilograms.
What did that mean?
Assuming the world's heavyweight boxing champions of later generations competed with him in strength, it would take at least four or five champions to match the Ye Jiu standing before them.
Once all the tests had been completed,
they also stopped collecting data.
At this moment, Li Muyao noticed His Majesty the Emperor.
"Your Majesty."
She smiled at the Emperor and said, "I was testing the data just now and failed to notice Your Majesty. Please punish me."
"Forget it."
Yang Yu waved his hand and said, "Tomorrow is New Year's Day. You should be taking a holiday."
"But we haven't finished collecting the data."
Li Muyao hurriedly replied.
They had yet to finish collecting the data. How could they take a holiday?
The Secretary-General could only look at Li Muyao helplessly.
Do you researchers really not understand the way people in power speak?
Yang Yu reached out and patted Li Muyao on the shoulder. "You have worked for the empire for so long and exhausted yourselves for so long. You haven't seen your families in many years. It's time to go home and spend time with them."
"Even if the New Year no longer feels the way it once did, it is still the empire's annual renewal."
"When you return from your holiday, the empire will reward you."
With that,
Yang Yu did not linger. He turned around and left the laboratory accompanied by the commander of the Imperial Guards.
The Secretary-General stayed behind and stopped Li Muyao. In a low voice, he said, "His Majesty means that he wants to take him away. It's not your fault that you didn't understand. Hurry home for the New Year!"
Afterward,
the Secretary-General nodded toward the