You performed a total of 312 weighted squats…
Repeating 21 times increases strength limit by 0.1. Repeating 5 times increases physique limit by 0.1. Repeating 19 times increases mental limit by 0.1.
At ten o'clock at night, Bai Ye wiped the sweat trickling down his forehead and set down the three-hundred-plus-pound weight, gazing at the information displayed on the screen.
With the additional 0.2 boost to his strength, his training efficiency was indeed several times faster than before; after only four or five hours of training tonight, he was almost ready to level up.
"Let's stop here for today," Bai Ye stood up straight and turned to Smith.
Smith's expression was already numb with surprise. Hearing Bai Ye's words, he asked, "Not training anymore? Only five hours today?"
"It's alright, you guys are about to get off work. I'll go back and continue training myself. I'll come back again after school tomorrow, just like today."
Bai Ye said, drenched in sweat. He didn't bother to shower in the gym's bathroom; he would continue to sweat when he got back and trained, so he might as well shower then. He put on his clothes and turned to go home.
Watching Bai Ye leave the gym, Smith retracted his gaze. He was already looking forward to Bai Ye's arrival tomorrow.
He was looking forward to it, wondering if Bai Ye would give him another surprise tomorrow, just like today, and if his physical fitness would improve another level after a night of training.
Smith's heart was a mix of excitement and worry at the moment. After all, as Bai Ye's fitness coach, watching Bai Ye's physique getting stronger day by day, he had begun to feel that this client of his was no ordinary person, and would one day soar to the heavens.
But whether this soaring to the heavens would be a good thing or a bad thing, that was hard to say.
After all, given the current public hostility towards Mutants, and his client's personality, it didn't seem like he'd be easy to get along with. It felt like he would most likely join the Mutant Brotherhood, the terrorist organization composed of Mutants.
Of course, Smith didn't want this to happen. He was still planning on how he, being so conscientious, would help Bai Ye once he got stronger, and he had even started writing a diary these days.
That way, no matter what Bai Ye's fate was in the future, he could rely on the diary to make money by publishing a book.
If Bai Ye joined the Brotherhood in the future, he would write a book called "My Mutant Client", detailing Bai Ye's inner thoughts and how he went bad.
And if Bai Ye joined an official organization, he could change the content to "My Mutant Brother", and shower Bai Ye with praise in the book.
No matter what direction Bai Ye takes in the future, it's like Qin Shi Huang looking in a mirror, a win-win situation.
Ignoring Smith's daydreams, Bai Ye returned home peacefully and prepared to start his training. He aimed to get his physique to 1.5 tonight, breaking through his physical limits.
According to the description in the status panel, any long-term injuries could be healed once he reached 1.5. It seemed that there would be a qualitative leap in healing ability after his physique reached 1.5.
He casually took off his shirt and hung it aside. Bai Ye raised his hands, ready to start his workout when his phone suddenly rang.
Puzzled, he gently put down the wardrobe he was holding and walked to the table. Seeing the unfamiliar phone number on the screen, Bai Ye, with a certain guess, pressed the call button.
"Ah Bai, are you short on cash lately? I'm planning another big job. If it's successful, I'll give you a ten percent cut," a hoarse but hearty voice came from the other end of the line.
Listening to the voice on the phone, Bai Ye was silent for a moment, then apologized, "Sorry, Uncle Li, I've already said before, I'm not getting involved in the underworld anymore."
The person on the other end paused, seemingly pondering something, then repeated, "Ah Bai, are you sure you really want to quit? You were born for this. After you left, none of those youngsters amounted to anything. I was even thinking you could take over from me in the future."
Hearing the words on the other end of the phone, Bai Ye still insisted, "Uncle Li, I'm really sorry. I've already said, I just want to study hard now."
"Are you sure you won't reconsider? Reading those useless books is nothing compared to the life we have in the underworld. One job is worth more than a year of your work." The voice on the other end of the phone sounded incredibly regretful.
"After your gambling parents died, if Uncle hadn't taken you in, you'd have been sold to a nightclub, working as a gigolo. But with your looks, you'd be better off than studying."
"I've thought this through, Uncle Li. I'm hanging up now, I have something to do." Bai Ye said, hanging up the phone with a blank expression, then sneered.
He knew very well that his parents had done well in New York. The reason they got hooked on gambling and took out high-interest loans was because Uncle Li, from the same Chinatown, had set them up.
If he hadn't been a bit clever, the outcome would have been exactly as Uncle Li said. Young, alone, with no assets, only his handsome face, he would definitely have been sold to be a gigolo.
But the one who would sell him and count the money behind the scenes was also Uncle Li on the other end of the phone.
Over the years, helping the other party with his dirty work had slowly paid off the loans his parents had owed, and he was finally able to get out.
As for why he wanted to leave, even though he hadn't recovered his memories from his previous life, he still saw it clearly.
In a place crawling with Mutants, staying in the underworld was a recipe for disaster. Messing with the wrong person could get his whole family wiped out in an instant.
After hanging up the phone, Bai Ye didn't immediately start training. Instead, he began to consider how to launder the money he'd taken from the robbers.
Previously, he'd planned to go through Uncle Li to get the money cleaned. Bai Ye would get the money, and Uncle Li would take about 10% as commission.
But Bai Ye hadn't expected Uncle Li to call first, asking him to get back into the underworld. Since he'd refused, he certainly couldn't ask him to launder the money anymore.
It wasn't a matter of embarrassment, but of distrust. He worried that Uncle Li might completely clean out his earnings. Then, he'd either have to swallow the loss, or go back to working under him for the sake of the money.
Bai Ye sighed softly. Since that method was out, he had to find another way. He was short on funds, so he needed to get rid of that money as soon as possible.
With this new problem in mind, Bai Ye lifted the cabinet again to train. Improving himself was more reliable than any plan. He'd give up on practicing the Purple Haze Divine Skill tonight.
As long as he could reach a physique of 1.5 by tomorrow, the increase in aptitude brought about by the physique improvement would save enough training time to easily make up for the lost practice from tonight.