Chapter 84 - Charity Dinner

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"Phew!" I heaved a sigh of relief and jogged for ten more minutes before finally getting off the treadmill. I smiled at Steve. "Stop flattering me. The Special Forces are an elite group. Everyone there is blessed with an inhumane physique. I'm not on the same level as them." Steve had me lie down on a mat and called my personal masseuse over, who then helped me loosen the knots in my muscles, allowing me to relax. After a super-intensive training session, my muscles had built up a large amount of lactic acid. If I did not undergo a soothing massage, I would end up feeling sore for the next couple of days. "So what if they're in the Special Forces? Didn't they all start out as ordinary people? Physique and skills can be obtained through hard work and training. Ultimately, one's willpower

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