The young voice was somewhat hesitant.
"Do not underestimate Yao Qing; he is not just one of our people."
"Besides the Biological Armor, Yao Qing has other bizarre methods."
The elder's voice sounded.
"Such as?"
The young man asked.
"For example, hypnosis, instant hypnosis."
"A very strange ability!"
"Yao Qing is Chairman Lin's man, with a mysterious background, and not someone to be trifled with..."
"When Yao Qing is on a mission, try to cooperate as much as possible, don't make things difficult for him."
The elder's voice gently echoed in the hall.
...
The next day, July 21st, morning.
At the White Bird Training Base, warehouse location.
In a spacious hall, Bai Xiao was practicing his Fist Skill.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The yellow wooden mannequins in front kept trembling under the impact of the fists.
In the hall, a series of dull sounds echoed.
Thud!
A fist struck the wooden mannequin.
