Chapter 125 What? The same kind?!

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April 3rd, early morning.

Accompanied by the whooshing sound of Break Wind.

Chen Yun listened to the smooth traffic broadcast while frowning and swinging a barbell and battle drum's bronze hammer that collectively weighed over four hundred kilograms.

After finishing experiments at Heaven Nightclub in the wee hours, he had returned home.

To dispose of a body, he added another lab rat's grave mound to the neighboring King Ming Mausoleum Mountain.

Then he returned home, read a novel according to his short-term plans, had a cup of snake soup for breakfast on schedule, and began his morning training.

But the training hadn't been going on for long.

His brows remained tightly furrowed.

Too light! It was just too light!

It was similar to the feeling he had when he first played with the battle drum's bronze hammer.