Li Jing didn't speak, his right hand reaching again for the second pot.
Compared to the first pot, the second pot was noticeably heavier, roughly weighing thirty pounds.
This weight was already quite difficult for a woman.
After all, it's not about lifting an object of thirty pounds, but rather using just five fingers to grip the pot's edge, relying on finger strength, which makes it difficult to exert force, with a small contact area, much more challenging compared to normally holding something.
However, this was still very easy for Li Jing. The scar-faced man, seeing Li Jing finish the second pot challenge without breaking a sweat, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes but still kept his promise to prepare to pay Li Jing the bonus.
But Li Jing didn't want it, instead handing over ten bucks to the other side: "Counting the ninety from the previous bonus, I'll add ten more to challenge the third pot."
