Chapter 50

Yinma Gym has three floors in total: the first floor is for ordinary users signing up for monthly or annual cards, the second floor is for VIP trainees under various Gold Medal Coaches, and the third floor is a private area requiring a card swipe to enter.

The source of malice came from the gloomy gazes in the third-floor corridor.

A man in a black suit stood above, looking down at Qin Shi in the lounge.

He propped his palm on the sturdy railing, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness:

"A perfectly good business, ruined by someone. What bad luck!"

"Boss, Coach Luo, Coach Li, and Coach Chang—they've all been taken away by the Inspection Team. The leader told us to suspend business for rectification, and we'll reopen after the investigation is clear."

High heels clicked "tap tap" on the solid wood floor as the female secretary walked up to the man in the suit:

"By the way, the Inspection Team also found a lot of Nine Dragons Potion in the locker room that hadn't been dealt with yet."

The common people do not fight the officials.

Take a step back and the sky and sea are wide open...

The man in the suit comforted himself and slowly withdrew his gaze.

But after thinking for a while, he still couldn't swallow his anger, cursing:

"That idiot Luo Hui, I don't know where he recruited some new trainee, causing such a huge mess!"

Chen Yun of the Inspection Team has a solid background, a genuine direct descendant of the Chen family.

That female teacher is Lin Yunqing, sister of Lin Xiaohan, Director of General Affairs at Qiguang Heng University.

The Urban Circle claims Chen Lin Bantiantianxia, damn it! I've offended two at once!"

Under normal circumstances, the man in the suit, who considered himself fairly successful, wouldn't be so wary of the Inspection Team.

These days, who goes into business without some connections or a backer?

But his luck was too bad—out of the millions in the Urban Circle, he happened to bump into two iron plates he couldn't kick!

"Boss, calm down."

Seeing the boss was very angry, the female secretary deliberately puffed out her chest to make her hemispheres fuller:

"What should we do now? Or should we report to Manager Qin? Let him think of a solution."

The man in the suit was tall, with an unusually thick neck, bronze-colored skin, like a standing black bear.

He glanced at the unguarded, tempting spring light, but had no reaction:

"First deal with the hidden danger, shut up Lao Luo, Lao Li, and Old Chang, and tell them not to talk nonsense."

"Also, try to settle things peacefully, refund money where refunds are due, and don't let people make a scene anymore, expanding the impact."

The female secretary took out paper and pen, jotting down the points the boss had instructed,

bending over and twisting her hips during the process, striking all sorts of curves, just short of lifting her skirt.

"Mm, have Old Yan come in. This shop is closed, but the other branches operate as usual."

After dismissing the coquettish female secretary, the man in the suit had a grim face:

"Where did they find this roasted chicken, only distracting my attention and affecting my injection! Fire her later!"

He took a deep breath, took out three vials of rich green potion from the safe, flicked the needle with his finger, and injected it under his skin.

The effect was almost visible to the naked eye; as the potion entered his body, the large muscles on his arms writhed and contracted, and his waist and abdomen swelled by half a circle.

"The testosterone secreted by the human body itself can't compare to how fast injections stimulate. As long as the muscles grow fast, women? Not worth mentioning."

These past years, continuously injecting Yincheng's "Nine Dragons Union Supreme Edition," the man in the suit had long lost interest in beauties.

When the middle-aged man called Old Yan walked into the office:

"Boss, you called for me?"

The man in the suit was immersed in the drug effect of the injection, his skin slowly turning red, then purple-blue, with veins floating on the surface, rising and falling with his breathing rhythm.

At this time his skin was extremely sensitive, unable to withstand any slight friction, so he took off his suit and stood naked.

A full forty minutes or so passed before that painful sensation subsided.

"Old Yan, I need you to help me kill someone again."

The man in the suit exhaled deeply; ordinary painkillers were already ineffective for him.

Unless he spent a lot of money to buy "Extreme Bliss Patch" from Yincheng, he could only relieve it.

"Who does the boss want to kill?"

Old Yan looked very ordinary, with thinning hair, a plaid shirt, an unnatural agedness for his age, and the corporate look of a walking corpse.

If placed in an internet company, he would surely be a top big shot, but appearing in Yinma Gym full of muscular men, he was rather ordinary.

"Lao Luo, Lao Li, Old Chang, and those others. Although they don't know the exact source of the medicine supply, many high-quality trainees are involved. The Inspection Team is investigating too deeply, and the trouble will eventually fall on my head."

The man in the suit had a cold expression:

"In recent years, whenever I ran into trouble, you helped me solve it, Old Yan. I need you to take action again this time."

Old Yan swept his thinning hair back, full of confidence:

"Boss, rest assured, I guarantee they won't have a chance to speak again. However, Lao Luo, Lao Li, and Old Chang were taken by the Inspection Team, so it might be difficult. As for the fee..."

The man in the suit was generous and made a decisive offer:

"Eight hundred thousand each, buying three lives."

Old Yan pondered carefully, then confirmed:

"It should be doable. Wait for my good news, Boss."

The man in the suit trusted Old Yan very much; when he first opened Yinma Gym and ran a chain store, he encountered many peers maliciously competing, suffering heavy losses.

Later he met Old Yan, this unremarkable King of Killers, who helped him win the "business war"!

"By the way, Boss, that student who reported him, should we..."

Old Yan narrowed his eyes, his hand slicing across his neck.

"Him. You first check where he lives, what his family is like, find out..."

The man in the suit wore a grave expression, as if he had made some kind of decision:

"I'll go there myself! To pay my respects as a disciple!"

Huh?

Lao Yan was stunned.

This turn of events isn't quite right, is it?

"Before Lao Luo was caught, he sent me a video recording. In the VIP room on the second floor, facing Lao Luo and A Qiang, he took nineteen needles in one breath for the Nine Dragons Fusion!"

"Even though it's just the ordinary version, not the Supreme Version I took, it's still quite extraordinary!"

The man in the suit had a serious expression, extremely earnest:

"And he also took it orally, relying on human organs to digest and metabolize, absorbing the drug's effects, without any pain... Lao Yan, you don't understand. This young man is an absolute strongman in our fitness world, far more formidable than any bodybuilding athlete I've ever seen!"

"I want to consult with him about his experience and understanding of Body Refinement! Is his surname Qin? Good. I want to join the Qin Family Gate!"

Great, he's having another episode.

Lao Yan knew well that this boss was severely obsessed with muscle building; opening chain gyms and selling drugs was just out of interest, and finding various shortcuts to become a Devil Muscle Man was his true goal.

He didn't try to stop him, agreed to help keep an eye on that student, then turned and left the office.

Leaving Yinma Gym, he took a taxi back to the high-end apartment.

This middle-aged man, who looked like a programmer but was actually a cold-blooded killer, immediately sat in front of the computer and inserted a carefully safeguarded black Identity Card into the data interface slot.

After completing authentication, logging into the website, and extremely cautiously registering a new account and anonymous email, he finally performed invisible information encryption.

Ensuring the exposure risk was minimized, Lao Yan then opened the "Killed It" program and posted the order.

【Target: Luo Hui, Li Junqi, Chang Qing】

【Attached identity information...】

【Delivery location: Urban Circle Patrol Team】

【Delivery time: Within five days...】

【Order reward: Six hundred thousand total for the three...】

Clacking away at the keyboard, Lao Yan finally finished and clicked place order.

【Killed It is matching a rider for you!】

【Please wait patiently...】

"This money is getting harder and harder to earn."

Lao Yan didn't continue waiting; he closed this gray program not recorded by the authorities, cleared all traces, and pulled out the nameless Identity Card.

Finally, he took out the Casting Badge, supposedly made by a Mechanical Apprentice and bought at a high price from Haizhou New Star, placed it in his palm, lowered his head, and prayed.

"One chime of the bell, praise the gears; two chimes of the bell, comfort the Machine Soul; three chimes of the bell, infuse life..."

About twenty minutes later, after completing this strange prayer full of religious meaning, Lao Yan was drenched in sweat, nearly collapsing.

As a former Top Scholar who almost got into one of the Four Great National Universities and a top student in the Mechanical Field, he knew very well that in Hengzhou New Star, he had to be careful with all electronic products—the greater the power consumption, the more terrifying it was.

"I'd say this counts as placing an order with my life."

Lao Yan sat in the dim room for a long time, not hearing the nightmare-like humming or the sharp whistling, before finally relaxing completely.

Every night as he lay in bed, just before sinking into Dream, he would recall the Great Explosion in the Old City District; amidst the booming flames and rising thick smoke, the ziziz electric current sound hovered in the night sky, emitting demonic laughter.

"Hengzhou should open routes too. Once I save enough money, I'll run away. This damn place of Hengzhou, I can't stay here another moment."

(Chapter End)