"Breathe... breathe..."
Shen Teng leaned against the parapet, trying hard to regulate his breathing.
He felt he had been a bit too hasty; climbing a mountain is different from running. Now his heart was pounding, and his breathing was rapid, forcing him to stop and rest for a while.
Seeing a guy next to him slowly walking upward, looking like a fellow group member, he quickly asked, "Hey brother, how much further to the top?"
Cong Fu smiled warmly and said, "Not far, keep going. Boss Wang's barbecue skewers are waving at you."
Hearing this, Shen Teng couldn't stay still anymore. He thanked the man and started climbing again, but this time he learned to take it step by step instead of leaping ahead.
Cong Fu continued to move slowly, and soon, Shen Teng was ahead of him by a fair distance again.
"Huff... puff..."
