Deep within the valley.
Min Huanbo looked at the other five people: "This is the situation, what do you all think we should do?"
"Senior Zhao, that old... old treasure really has a sharp eye."
One instructor blurted out, then immediately corrected himself, remembering it was a public setting.
After hearing from Min Huanbo that Lin Chen might stay in the iron house for thirty breaths today, the first thought in their minds was that Senior Zhao, that old bastard, really should be dead.
Such a promising talent, how could he be snatched away?
Not to mention that if Lin Chen could endure in the iron house for thirty breaths today, he would already have broken their records over the past ten years at the Special Training Ground. Even if he didn't make it for the full thirty breaths, the fact that Lin Chen passed out eight times yesterday already showed immense potential.
