Chapter Seven Hundred and Twenty-Five
Over a hundred kilograms of iron sandbags whistled through the air with formidable momentum.
Long Xiaoshan stretched out a hand like an Azure Dragon extending its claw, his fingers piercing into the iron sandbag. He grabbed the hurtling bag of iron sand with one hand and casually tossed it aside, dusting off the iron sand from his palm. He sized up the pink-clad figure before him—it was Zhao Xiaoqiao, the leader of the Special Action Unit Southern Sichuan Group.
At that moment, Zhao Xiaoqiao was wearing a tight, pink sports tank top and black shorts, her long, straight, and toned legs ending in a pair of sports shoes. Her wine-red hair was tied back behind her head.
Having just finished a rigorous workout, her skin glistened with sweaty dampness.
The perfect lines of her muscles didn't appear bulky, but instead, like a leopard, they were full of explosive power.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
