One hundred squats, one hundred push-ups—any normal person without training would find it difficult to finish them.
Yet for Qing Chen, all of this was merely a warm-up.
The five female slaves came to the perverted butler's room late at night, filled with the spirit of sacrificing themselves for the rebellion. They had prepared themselves to endure humiliation and torment before finally carrying out the assassination.
But things developed in a way completely different from what they had imagined...
This was way too perverted!
If this was the kind of game he wanted to play, then why had he made them wear stockings? Wouldn't tracksuits have been better?!
Yet at that moment, Qing Chen looked at the five female slaves who had already made up their minds to assassinate him and cracked his whip. With a sharp snap, he said, "What are you waiting for? Start squatting. Every rep must be standard. Head up, chest out, keep your upper body straight, though you may lean forward slightly. Keep your feet shoulder-width apart. Don't round your back. Keep both feet parallel, toes pointed straight ahead..."
The female slaves feared the whip. They had just been whipped by the butler that morning. Who would want to try that again now? Better not get whipped if they could avoid it!
The female slaves began doing squats. Although they usually worked in the villa, by the time they reached seventy, they could barely continue. Their backs were already drenched in sweat.
Qing Chen sat leisurely on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. One sent him a message: "Please point the camera at them. I want to watch."
Qing Chen: "..."
With One's twisted sense of humor, even a pervert like him was left speechless.
He typed back, "Can you currently travel through
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