533 Devils Compete

"...is your friend okay?"

"Don't worry, it should just be physical exhaustion."

"Are you sure, his body is convulsing."

"Uh."

Hopkins lay on the ground, having never so desperately wished to be unconscious; his mind was still clear, the voices of Li Wei and Watt were clear in his ears, yet he lay there, unable to move in his own vomit. It was a nightmare.

Yes, it was all just a nightmare.

Hopkins tightly shut his eyes.

"This is only the first day, what about later? Your friend isn't going to disappear tomorrow, is he?"

"Haha, I knew I wasn't wrong, you probably didn't use up everything today, I am already looking forward to tomorrow. I think you can last the entire training camp."

"...JJ, something's off with you. Do you mean to say, you anticipated that some people wouldn't be able to keep up?"

"But they should be able to last more than a day..."

Hopkins's back and knees were all in pain, who could relieve him—

Finally, the medical staff appeared.