Fists and feet collided, erupting with dull thuds.
Senior Brother Xu and the others clutched their chests, their faces pale as they were defeated one after another and slid off the platform.
Watching this scene, Lin Qingxue's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, while Luo Qianshan in the corner had quietly left at some point.
He, too, had silently watched the scene unfold.
Lu Chao's expression returned to calm. At last, he set down his cup of water and focused on his training once more.
Punch after punch.
He struck the wooden post solidly, every blow seeming to carry heavier, steadier power.
Night fell.
The sky was black as ink.
The rails clattered as a gray-blue tram followed its fixed route, passing block after block of concrete buildings.
Finally, amid a piercing screech.
The tram slowed to a stop at the North Street platform.
A mechanical smart announcement automatically sounded through the carriage, and the doors of metal and blastproof glass opened.
[The train has arrived at Iron Ring North Street. Passengers, please disembark in an orderly manner.]
Whoosh!!
As the doors slid open, a faintly chilly autumn wind blew in from outside the platform.
Most of the departing passengers shrank their necks and instinctively pulled their coats tighter around themselves.
Amid the crowd, Lu Chao's expression remained unchanged. Even in a thin gray hoodless sweatshirt, he did not feel the slightest bit cold.
His blood and qi were abundant, and his physique was strong.
Vitality above thirty points represented strength in every aspect.
Tap tap!
Without slowing his pace.
Lu Chao headed toward the center of North Street, making straight for Dreamfire Bar.
Low concrete buildings lined his view one after another. Nightclubs and karaoke halls along the road flashed with suggestive colored lights, the flames of open-air late-night food