Living in North America, working from 9 to 5

Chapter 53: Verifying Strength Before the Battle
Three poles in the sun.

Roy woke up slowly in bed.

Gently opening his eyes, he pushed Isabella away, got out of bed, and opened the curtains. The dazzling sunlight penetrated the glass and shone directly into the room.

Isabella, awakened by the noise, crawled out of the bed, moved her body near the bedside table, picked up the Marlboro cigarette box, took out a cigarette and lit it.

She looked at Roy's well-proportioned back and said:
"Why do I feel like you've grown again?"

After Isabella's reminder, Roy compared it.

Two fists and three fingers...

Roy: "..."

It’s not too much.

He turned around and looked at Isabella: "Come here."

Isabella got out of bed and came to Roy.

She picked up Isabella like a princess and threw her upwards with force.

Isabella's body floated in the air until it touched the ceiling, then began to fall.

Roy caught her steadily.

Throw it into the air again.

This time, Isabella's entire body touched the ceiling, which was two and a half meters high, before she began to fall.

This time, Roy used about 60% of his strength.

"What are you doing?"

Isabella didn't quite understand what Roy was doing.

She just felt her heart beating fast.

"How much do you weigh?" Roy asked.

"50 kilograms, what's wrong?" Isabella replied.

Roy was testing his own strength. Since there was no panel, he could not see the direct numbers and could only understand the extent to which he had reached through verification at different stages.

Being able to throw a 50-kilogram person to a height of two and a half meters in a princess hug has surpassed most humans.

Roy has not received any professional strength training and rarely goes to the gym. As far as he can remember, his strength attribute has only increased five or six times since the activation of the golden finger.

It’s already very good to be able to reach this level.

"Come on, lie down on the carpet and hold my arms."

"Oh."

Isabella lay down on the carpet obediently and grabbed Roy's arm.

Lifting 50 kg is easy.

After going back and forth a dozen times, my muscles were only slightly sore.

After putting Isabella down, Roy prepared to find a place to test his current all-round comprehensive abilities.

Someday soon, perhaps in the next few days, he would kill Hercule's eldest brother, Hector Marquez.

According to that useless third brother, Hector Marquez has about 40 men, all of whom have guns, so it will definitely be a fierce battle.

Roy must know to what extent his current physical functions have been enhanced.

Parted with Isabella.

Roy drove to a fitness club in the area.

This is a comprehensive fitness club that not only has all the fitness equipment available on the market, but also a ring for fighting competitions.

I have to say that America's fitness culture and atmosphere are indeed world-class. At just one o'clock in the afternoon, there were already many people in the gym.

He applied for a card on the spot and went to the equipment area.

Scan around.

Black men, white men, Latinos, Asians, the entire region includes almost all races of different skin colors in the world.

Some of them are using dumbbells to train their arm strength, some are using equipment to train their back muscles, and some are doing squats and deadlifts to train their leg muscles...

Most of the people here are muscular men with big bodies and some are newbies with not very obvious muscle lines. There are also many young women with extremely strong body lines who exercise here.

As far as I can remember, Roy once had sex with a professional fitness woman.

That's really fucking powerful, especially the waist and abdomen strength and inner thigh strength, which are really not comparable to those of ordinary women. The only shortcoming is that their bodies are too hard and the feel is not very good, but everything else is almost perfect.

Interested friends can go to the gym to try this out...

Roy, wearing a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants, came to the barbell training area. As his entire body was covered by the baggy T-shirt and sweatpants, Roy now looked more like a newbie who had just entered the training ground, without showing any signs of weakness.

Roy saw an old black man with extremely well-developed muscles. He was doing squats and deadlifts.

Coming not far in front of Lao Hei, Roy looked at the barbell plates that were closely placed side by side on both sides of the barbell and estimated that it was about 660 pounds, which is 300 kg when converted into kilograms.

I saw Lao Hei half-squatting, holding the barbell tightly with both hands, veins bulging all over his body, muscles protruding, his facial expression ferocious, his white teeth clenched, and with a muffled groan, the barbell weighing 300 kilograms slowly left the ground.

"what!!!"

Lao Hei tried his best to hold on, but after just a few seconds, his legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and the bulging blood vessels on the sides of his thighs and arms were clearly visible.

There were applause and whistles coming from the side.

Many of Lao Hei's companions who trained with him applauded.

After only holding on for a few seconds, Lao Hei suddenly let go.

The barbell fell onto the cushion with a thud.

Lao Hei was breathing heavily and his body began to sweat. Beads of sweat the size of beans formed on his forehead, flowing along the grooves on his cheeks to his chin and dripping onto the ground.

"How heavy is this?" Roy asked.

Hearing Roy's question, Lao Hei looked up at Roy. This was obviously an extremely stupid question. Normally, he should ask how many kilograms or pounds it was.

Lao Hei laughed and said, "300 kilograms..."

"Oh……"

He thought that the boy in front of him would be surprised when he heard this number, but what the old black man did not expect was that the white boy in front of him had a calm expression, as if there was no ripple in his heart.

Lao Hei's expression gradually changed from smiling to cold.

"Can I try?" Roy asked.

"What?" Lao Hei was stunned: "Did I hear it right?"

The black guy looked at Roy with a questioning look.

Then, he smiled and looked at the others:
"Guys, did I hear you right? This guy said he wants to give it a try."

Lao Hei's friends all burst into laughter.

Roy ignored the guys' laughter and walked to the barbell, facing Old Black.

"Really want to try? Well, come on."

As he said that, Lao Hei took two steps back, picked up the protein powder on the ground and took a big sip.

Roy half-squatted, holding the barbell in his left and right hands.

Under the arrogant gazes of those people, his body began to exert force, and the barbell slowly left the ground until it was pulled to his crotch, then stopped.

Lao Hei: “???”

Guys: “???”

puff--

The old black man sprayed out all the protein powder in his mouth on the spot...

Seeing the white guy lift 300 kilograms effortlessly, all of Lao Hei's friends widened their eyes, their eyeballs almost popped out.

"what's the situation?"

"???"

"No way……"

"This boy looks quite frail."

However, a scene that made these people even more dumbfounded appeared.

(End of this chapter)