"How… how is this possible?"
"Damn it, his physique is actually so strong."
Wang Lei, Alex, and Simon Grants looked at Chu Zhou in disbelief, who seemed to have fallen asleep.
This almost ignored approach made Wang Lei and the other two subconsciously feel a huge defeat.
"Ah!!!"
Chu Zhou yawned, stretched, and smiled faintly.
"Speaking of which, even though your strength is not very good, your massage skills are not bad. I think you can start working in the meeting room."
Wang Lei, Alex, and Simon Grants' faces turned ashen.
"Chu Zhou, you're not too arrogant!"
Wang Lei's face was ashen as he shouted. Clanging iron chains kept shooting out of his body like thousand-foot-long poisonous snakes. They circled around Chu Zhou and suddenly shot towards him in the middle.
It was as if many poisonous snakes had surrounded Chu Zhou and suddenly attacked him in unison.
"Thunderstorm!"
