The four lackeys had barely taken a few steps, not even making it out of the room, before they grew so exhausted that they set Ye Feng down again.
By then, the scar-faced bald man seemed to have noticed something amiss. He circled Ye Feng in confusion but found nothing unusual, and even poked him in the side.
"Hey... cut it out!"
Ye Feng quickly dodged sideways, his movements light and smooth, just like an ordinary person's.
Unable to spot anything unusual, the scar-faced bald man told the other lackeys:
"All of you, together!"
So eight men came up behind Ye Feng and heaved in unison.
This time, they lifted Ye Feng quite smoothly. Although he was considerably heavier than an ordinary person, it was nothing the eight of them could not bear.
But the stretch of road that followed was far less pleasant for those eight men.
They had been walking for only a few minutes when all eight felt that Ye Feng, held above their heads, seemed to be growing heavier and heavier.
A minute later, the eight men were visibly exhausted and collapsed to the ground together, looking utterly bedraggled.
None of them could understand how one person could be so heavy.
They could never have imagined that Ye Feng was doing all of this deliberately, simply to teach them a lesson.
That short journey actually took the group two hours before they finally returned to their base.
By then, all eight men were utterly spent. They lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and refused to get up no matter how much anyone shouted at them.
Just then, a man with a small mustache walked over and asked the scar-faced bald man:
"What happened here?"
The scar-faced bald man immediately put on a fawning smile and