Repeat 21 times to increase the upper limit of strength by 0.1. Repeat 5 times to increase the upper limit of physical fitness by 0.1. Repeat 19 times to increase the upper limit of mental strength by 0.1. At ten o'clock in the evening, Bai Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the weight of more than 300 kilograms beside him, and looked at the content displayed on the instruction column.

With an additional 0.2 increase in strength, the efficiency of training is indeed several times faster than before. After only training for four or five hours at night, it is almost at the level of upgrading.

"Let's stop here today." Bai Ye stood up straight and turned to Smith.

Smith's expression was numb with surprise at this moment. After hearing Bai Ye's words, he asked, "Aren't you going to practice anymore? Only five hours today?"

"It's okay. You guys are almost off work. I'll go back and continue my training. I'll come over tomorrow after school just like today."

Bai Ye was sweating profusely as he spoke, but he was too lazy to take a shower in the bathroom in the gym. His body would continue to sweat from training after he returned anyway, so he might as well take a shower then. So he just put on his clothes and went home.

Watching Bai Ye leave the gym, Smith withdrew his gaze, and was already looking forward to Bai Ye's arrival tomorrow.

He was looking forward to whether Bai Ye would give him another surprise like today when he came tomorrow, and whether his physical fitness would be improved to a higher level after a night of exercise.

Smith felt mixed emotions at this moment. After all, as Bai Ye's fitness coach, seeing Bai Ye's figure becoming stronger day by day, he had begun to feel that his client was no ordinary person and that one day he would be able to soar into the sky and make a name for himself.

But it is hard to say whether this sound that soars into the sky and shakes the heavens is heading for a good or bad place.

After all, given the current level of hostility towards mutants in public opinion, my client's personality doesn't seem to be very easy to get along with. It seems that there is an 80% chance that he will eventually join the Brotherhood of Mutants, a terrorist organization formed by mutants.

Of course Smith didn't want this kind of development. He was planning to be so self-conscious and take Bai Ye with him when he got up. He even started writing a diary these days.

In this way, no matter what Bai Ye's future fate is, he can rely on his diary to publish books and make money.

If Bai Ye joins the Brotherhood in the future, he will write a book called "My Mutant Client", which will analyze Bai Ye's inner world in detail and how the other party became bad.

And if Bai Ye joins the official organization, he can also change the content of the book into "My Mutant Brother" and praise Bai Ye in the book.

No matter what Bai Ye's future direction is, he is just like Qin Shihuang looking in the mirror, a win-win situation.

Without mentioning Smith's fantasies, Bai Ye, who returned home peacefully, was ready to start exercising, intending to improve his physical fitness to 1.5 tonight and break through his physical limits.

According to the description on the instruction column, no matter what kind of long-term injury it is, as long as it reaches 1.5, it can be cured. I am afraid that after the physical fitness reaches 1.5, there will be a qualitative leap in healing ability.

Always take off your shirt and hang it aside. Bai Ye lifted up the wardrobe with both hands and was just about to exercise when the cell phone beside him suddenly rang.

Puzzled, Bai Ye gently put down the wardrobe in his hand, walked to the table and saw the strange phone number displayed on his mobile phone. With some guess, Bai Ye pressed the call button.

"Abai, are you short of money lately? I'm planning on taking on another big job. If you complete it, I'll give you 10% of the profit." A hoarse and cheerful voice came from the other end of the line.

The person on the other end of the phone paused, as if thinking about something, and then continued to ask again: "Ah Bai, are you sure you really want to stop? You were born to do this job. After you left, none of those guys became successful. I was thinking of you taking over for me in the future."

After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Bai Ye still insisted: "Uncle Li, I'm really sorry, I've already said it before, now I just want to study hard."

"Are you really not going to consider it again? Reading that crappy book is not as comfortable as being in the underworld like us. One random job can earn you more than you can work for a year." The tone on the other end of the phone became extremely regretful.

"After your gambling parents died, if your uncle hadn't taken you in, you would have been sold to a nightclub as a gigolo. But with your figure, being a gigolo is more promising than studying."

"I have thought it through clearly, Uncle Li. I'll hang up first. I have something else to do." Bai Ye said expressionlessly as he hung up the phone, then sneered.

He knew very well that his parents had been doing well in New York, but the reason they became addicted to gambling and borrowed high-interest loans was because of the setup by Uncle Li, their fellow countryman from Chinatown.

If I hadn't been a little smart, the result would have been just as Uncle Li said. Being young, helpless, and without assets, with only my handsome appearance left, I would definitely have been sold as a gigolo.

It’s just that the person who sold him and counted the money behind his back was Uncle Li on the other end of the phone.

Over the years, he helped the other party do illegal work and gradually paid off the loan owed by his parents, which allowed him to get out of the situation.

As for why he wanted to leave, although he had not recovered his memories of his previous life, he could still see it clearly.

In a place where mutants are everywhere, if you continue to hang out in the underworld, you might end up getting hacked to death by some ruthless person in a matter of minutes.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Ye did not start exercising immediately, but began to think about how to launder the money he had robbed.

Previously, he was planning to let them launder the money directly through Uncle Li, so that Bai Ye could get the money, and Uncle Li could also take a commission of about 10%.

But what Bai Ye didn't expect was that Uncle Li would actually call him first and ask him to get involved in the underworld again. After he refused, he certainly couldn't ask the other party to launder money again.

It's not that he feels embarrassed, but he doubts the other party's moral integrity. He is afraid that Uncle Li will take away all the income from his labor. Then he will either have to swallow the loss or continue to work under him for money.

Bai Ye sighed slightly. Since this method didn't work, he could only think of another way. Funds were tight now, so he had to get rid of all the money as soon as possible.

With new questions in mind, Bai Ye lifted the cabinet and started exercising again. Improving himself was more reliable than any other plan, so he gave up practicing Zixia magic tonight.

As long as my physical fitness reaches 1.5 before tomorrow, the time saved from practicing due to the increase in qualifications brought about by the physical fitness improvement should be able to easily make up for the practice delayed tonight.

(End of this chapter)