On the weekend, in the gym of the Seventh District Apartment, Yi Hui, with bandages wrapped around his eyes, was shirtless. After running 30 kilometers for his daily exercise, he stepped off the treadmill and exhaled a long breath.

His ivory-white skin was covered with dense sweat, reflecting a faint luster under the sunlight from the windowsill.

Yi Hui picked up a towel to wipe the sweat off his body, and came to the sandbag on one side of the gym. His sixth sense stared at the heavy sandbag in front of him.

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the sandbag weighing nearly 200 kilograms was lifted high as if it was hit by an afterimage.

Like a clock

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