Based on Li Ang's precise judgment, judging by his recent performance of lifting 60kg, he estimated that Xiao Hei probably couldn't push 70kg.
However, he didn't speak up to warn him. He was not the type to be overly helpful to begin with, let alone to someone who was hogging the equipment without exercising, and then started as soon as someone else showed up.
"Uh..."
Xiao Hei's arms trembled slightly, and a low growl akin to constipation emerged from his throat.
Although it was obvious that he was exerting himself, the barbell, having risen halfway, showed no signs of continuing upwards and instead began to lower slowly.
"Need help?"
Eventually, Li Ang couldn't bear it any longer and asked.
"NO... oh, help! Fuck! help!"
He could have been stubborn, but the barbell choked off his breath.
The ghostly cries attracted the attention of two women in sports bras who were originally running on treadmills.
