Building 8, Unit 1601.
Four people were fiercely staring at the last piece of rib placed in the middle of the table, ready to pounce.
The ribs made by Ye Tong looked heavy in color, but their taste was absolutely fantastic. The three people besides her just couldn't get enough.
Now was the moment to test hand speed. Following a command, a blur of motion swept the last piece of rib away.
Bai Xiaotang wailed, "Sister Ning, your hand speed is too fast. I can't compete at all."
Lin Yuanyang adjusted the glasses on his nose and analyzed, "According to research data, people with A-level physiques are 5-8 times faster than you and me."
Ji Ning spat out the bone and looked at Lin Yuanyang, "How do you calculate that?"
"It's calculated using human dynamics formulas. Of course, the accuracy of these formulas is not very high, especially when it comes to mysterious superpower users," Lin Yuanyang explained to Ji Ning.
