One thing after another jumped into his life, making it impossible for him to hide.

During every exercise, Bai Ye thinks about how to exercise better and how to develop better in the future.

But time constraints prevented him from producing many things.

Ultimately, it’s because his growth period was too short, and he is too weak now, and he hasn’t even gone through his developmental period.

For example, a punching machine, how could he not know that this thing is of great benefit to exercise? However, whether it is waiting for the approval documents to come down, or finding a specialist to modify it, it is not something that can be done in a short time.

Moreover, by the time he has this set, the money spent on purchasing and renovating it will have been mostly spent, and he will not have enough money for living. There are ways to make money, but going the illegal route is either troublesome or takes time.

It's not enough to just make a punch press, but better training equipment, such as voltage generators, mustard gas, or even trying to swallow a nuclear reactor alive, all these training methods require money to support them.

It is very simple to get money. Just sell the Zixia magic skill. Given the characteristic of this thing that it will only cause a 20% loss when transmitting the skill directly, let those who have the capital to run a company do it.

As long as there are enough people, it is not a problem to quickly become a martial arts master in one night. This is simply a huge market value. The problem is, with Bai Ye's current strength that can't even beat Spider-Man, how dare he show off his wealth? Who can he trust in Marvel?

Tony Stark's character before he became Iron Man was trustworthy, but as a key focus of SHIELD, I'm afraid Crossbones would lead a team to knock on your door that night.

In this world with mutants as the background, who knows how many mechanical monsters Hydra can come up with.

This is also the reason why Bai Ye is currently trying to keep a low profile. At least he will not dare to negotiate with those people until the three-dimensional data reaches Spider-Man's level. Otherwise, he will have no confidence at all.

If Bai Ye had money now, he would not stop Peter from leaving. He might even give him millions as a parting gift like the rich men to win people's hearts and minds, and replicate the chicken soup operation where those who betrayed me can get millions.

Unfortunately, ideals are full, but reality is very skinny.

"Bai, I followed the instructions in the secret book and successfully stored a trace of it in my Dantian, but the true energy is too weak."

While Bai Ye was exercising, Smith, who had been sitting cross-legged in the corner without making any noise, spoke up.

Bai Ye glanced at him, and he put down the iron in his hand, nodding his head, saying, "Well, now turn your back to me, and I'll give you a wisp of true energy to test the waters."

As a living advertisement for future negotiations with the gym owner, Bai Ye plans to give Smith a novice benefit of a 10-day experience package upon logging in, so that he can also experience the effect of the so-called power transmission mentioned by this Gentleman Sword.

"Bai Ye, are you going to pass on your skills to me?" Smith's eyes widened. As someone who had read Bai Ye's handwritten notes carefully, he certainly knew what passing on skills meant.

"Don't talk nonsense, turn around and I will teach you my skills." Bai Ye said lightly.

It was just a wisp of true energy, which would take Smith a whole day to produce, but for him now it only took ten minutes.

Soon, as Smith excitedly sat cross-legged, Bai Ye went directly behind him and slowly transferred his internal energy into Smith's meridians through his clothes.

As the purple cloud energy entered his body, Smith immediately held his breath and began to move his internal energy according to the technique.

In just three minutes, Bai Ye's internal energy was completely transformed, leaving only eight strands, and Bai Ye also completely lost this source of internal energy.

"Is this the way of passing on power..." Bai Ye closed his eyes and felt the lack of internal strength in his dantian. There was nothing strange about the whole process, it could even be said to be ordinary.

Peter watched with great interest and asked, "Bai, can I learn this internal skill?"

Soon, Peter began to exercise Bai Ye while reading the notes Bai Ye gave him during breaks.

As a genius whose spirit had reached 1.6 before the mutation, he quickly memorized the entire secret book and planned to practice it after returning home.

Out of gratitude to Bai Ye, Peter continued to help Bai Ye practice until eleven o'clock in the evening before leaving.

After everyone left, Bai Ye took advantage of the night in New York and, as usual, dragged out the sulfuric acid and began to wash off the traces on his body.

Then, in the cover of night, he began to sneak into the homes of the gangsters and carry out cleanup work based on his memory.

Now the whole New York is in a panic because of the annihilation of three gangs, and everyone is on alert.

Bai Ye went directly to the door this time, but ended up finding nothing. He only met a few armed guards who had stayed inside the house.

After failing, Bai Ye visited another place with the spirit of "since he was already here", and it was still a trap. It was obvious that these gangsters had all learned their lesson.

Facing the night, Bai Ye walked on the deserted remote path towards the gym.

Along the way, the cool breeze gave people an eerie and terrifying feeling. Most of the street lamps emitted a dim light due to aging, shining on Bai Ye's face that had been mostly healed by sulfuric acid wounds, as if they had accidentally walked into the set of a horror movie.

"Rustle, rustle..."

On the way, Bai Ye could hear the sounds of insects and small animals like geckos crawling and rubbing against the grass and trees.

At this moment, Bai Ye, who was walking on the road, was suddenly startled because he smelled a faint smell of blood floating in the air.

For him, who had killed many people in recent days, he could clearly smell the vitality in the smell of blood. This smell of blood was definitely fresh blood that had just flowed out and had not yet coagulated.

"Has someone just been killed around here?" Bai Ye guessed in his heart.

Of course, he was not too panicked. After all, the number of people who died at his hands, directly and indirectly, almost reached the achievement of 100 kills. It was just a homicide case.

Because he didn't hear any heartbeat nearby, Bai Ye guessed that the murderer should have left. Just as he was about to go forward to check, a noise suddenly came from the side.

“Crack!”

A sound like a rotten branch being stepped on came from the bushes, causing Bai Ye to turn his head and shout, "Who is it?"

"What kind of monster are you?" A tall, cold-looking woman walked out of the bushes, looking at Bai Ye's sulphuric face with fear.

Originally, she wanted to launch a sneak attack and kill Bai Ye directly, but after seeing Bai Ye's face, she was so scared that her legs became weak. Where did this monster come from? Why did he look so creepy?

Looking at the cold and beautiful woman in front of him with a face full of fear, Bai Ye's eyelids twitched slightly. Part of the bloody smell came from the mouth of the woman in front of him.

"I really have encountered a ghost." At this moment, Bai Ye and the cold and beautiful woman looked at each other and thought at the same time.

(End of this chapter)