In a villa nestled in a secluded enclave of Shanghai, the air was thick with tension as Wu Chunlei unleashed a torrent of punches upon a sandbag suspended in front of him. Each impact reverberated through the room, accompanied by the unmistakable sounds of anger and frustration. The relentless assault on the sandbag echoed the turmoil within Wu Chunlei, his fists delivering blows that mirrored the intensity of his emotions.
The room, dimly lit and filled with the muffled thuds of punches, bore witness to Wu Chunlei's internal struggle. His movements were sharp and calculated, reflecting a mixture of rage and an urgent need for release. As his fists collided with the sandbag, a symphony of frustration resonated, manifesting in a rhythmic cadence that mirrored the storm raging within him.
