Who Needs My Help?

The interior of this gym was extremely dark and it emanated a somewhat creepy vibe. This was probably because of the poor lightning coupled with the fact that the curtains were all drawn.

Six grown men set together in a circle and were in the midst of a serious discussion with their foreheads puckered together.

The teenager and tattooed-man which trespassed into Zhao Yao's dugout were also there.

Usually, the pair of teenager and tattooed-man would have easily stood out in the crowd for their muscular and buff bodies. However, as compared to the remaining four men sitting beside them, it was like seeing Dawyne Johnson sitting next to Shaq.

They were far bigger than the pair, be it the size of their chest, waist, arms or even legs. Any ordinary human would be taken aback by their sheer size.

Even though they were deeply engrossed in their discussion, they did not stop working out.