"I'll play?" he said to Craig.

Craig certainly couldn't say no.

He nodded immediately: "Of course."

In Craig's mind, it was probably because the boss was itchy and he just played it casually. But Craig didn't think that the boss had much strength or how powerful the boss's fist was.

The boss has so many lovers and girlfriends, and at first glance he is indulging in love with a sensual and a standard rich playboy.

Such a person.

Even if the boss looks very standard and healthy, under such a premise, Craig does not think the boss's strength is very high.

He smiled and said, "Boss, you just need to use all your strength to hit it. You can know the approximate number!"

While saying this, Craig was while Abel was looking at the mat and the monitor showing the power of his fist.

Secretly winked at the bodyguards next to them, and the bodyguards immediately understood it.

They are not idiots.

They almost understood what Craig meant. Isn’t it just that the boss waited for the test to end. No matter how bad the result was, everyone would brag and praise the boss?

The guy who doesn't do that.

That's really brainless!

Craig even thought about what method should be used if the strength the boss exerted does not meet the standards of his age and weight? It will not be so abrupt to explain it in the future.

Other bodyguards are also thinking about bragging sentences.

Abel did not notice their performance.

He looked at the instrument with interest, and then punched him after accumulating strength.

Bang!

A loud noise rang out in the gym, and everyone looked at each other.

Craig was startled and almost screamed. He was still wondering how to brag about his boss's stinking feet. Suddenly, with such a shock, almost scaring him to draw his gun.

The other bodyguards were also scared and trembled.

Everyone looked at the boss in surprise, and then the display screen on the instrument.

It's actually...

This number?!
Chapter completed!