Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 167: Rapidly increasing iron consumption, a heart-pounding decision
[You have successfully completed the physical training!]
[The three flesh-and-blood forging exercises are performed simultaneously, and the effects are superimposed!]
[The iron stored in your body undergoes a double subtle digestion process, and its edible value is slightly increased by double ↑]
Feng Mu's eyes suddenly widened, and he stared at the prompt box passing by in disbelief. The word "double" was reflected in his eyes, and his face suddenly turned from iron blue to red.

Feng Mu quickly suppressed his inner excitement and immersed himself again in his gymnastics practice.

An hour later.

[You practiced calisthenics for an hour!]
[Gymnastics proficiency +3!]
[The proficiency of the Third Solution of Flesh and Blood: Physical Training has not increased.]
Apart from the fact that the bone version and the flesh and blood version are born simultaneously, their skill proficiency levels are not synchronized. This is a bug that the system does not allow Feng Mu to exploit.

But, this is not important, what is important is:
[The amount of pig iron stored in your body 7%→4.4%, iron intake 38.1%→40.7%]
The data changes brought about by practicing a single physical exercise may not be obvious enough, but once accumulated to an hour of practice time, the results will immediately appear.

For Feng Mu, measuring the increase in iron intake in hours has become his habitual way of calculation.

Feng Mu quickly estimated in his mind and came to a surprising conclusion:

"In the past, the average increase in iron intake for one hour of physical training was about 1.4%, but now, this number has jumped to 2.6%."

He continued to calculate, "This 2.6% growth is actually the result of doubling the bone version and the flesh and blood version. If we look at it separately, the growth of each version is only about 1.3%."

"My initial judgment was not wrong. The upgrade of physical training did affect the digestion rate of iron, but I overlooked the unique and unrepeatable 'bug' mechanism of [Blood and Flesh Release True Skill]."

“Therefore, the overall efficiency has not only not decreased, but has increased, skyrocketing to 1.85 times the original!”

Feng Mu couldn't help but licking his lips, his heart filled with gratitude towards the system.

In his heart, he sincerely apologized to the system: "System, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. You will always be my most reliable partner, and you and I are the best in the world."

Feng Mu is not a man who only talks, he is a man of action.

To show his sincerity, Feng Mu immediately decided to cancel the two and a half hours of sleep originally planned for tonight and replace it all with training in physical exercise.

What? You said staying up late is harmful to your health, so Feng Mu has to work all night from time to time to recuperate his body from the damage done by staying up late. There's nothing wrong with that.

Feng Mu took out his phone and checked the time, 04:14. He calculated in his mind, "The current pig iron consumption rate is 40.7%. If I can practice without stopping, it will only take 23 hours to fill up the progress bar."

Afterwards, Feng Mu closed his eyes, put all distracting thoughts behind him, and began to practice physical exercise with full concentration.

.......
06:27, the night was deep, Li Guishe got up quietly, walked to the door silently, his eyes penetrated the curtain of night, staring at the lonely figure in the yard.

He stood behind the door, lost in thought, motionless for a long time.

During the long silence, his expression changed from gloomy to bright, and his inner struggle was like the turbulent sea, rising and falling.

Finally, he reached out and touched the secret book hidden close to his chest, and his breathing gradually became calm from heavy.

"My dear disciples, please do not blame me. I am also wholeheartedly concerned about the future of the Ronggui Sect!"

Li Guishe seemed to have made up his mind. He looked at the yard, with a sinister and cold light flashing in his eyes from time to time.

In the bedroom, Li Bashan, who had a rare restless sleep, suddenly woke up with an inexplicable feeling of horrible palpitations, and a chill ran down his spine.

He sat up, hastily pulled off the socks that were blocking his mouth, and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the uneasiness in his heart.

Then, he walked heavily to the window, his eyes penetrating through the window frame and falling on the figure practicing martial arts in the yard.

He stood there silently for a long time, until the lights in the upper city gradually lit up and filled the entire world, then he gently opened the door and stepped into the tranquility of the early morning.

As usual, he went straight to the kitchen and picked up his wooden barrel rice. He sat at the stone table in the yard and ate attentively, chewing every bite hard, swallowing even the bones and residue into his stomach, as if he wanted to swallow all his thoughts and emotions along with the food.

After finishing his meal, Li Bashan put down his rice bucket and said to Feng Mu in a muffled voice, "Junior brother, I will arrange for you to start work at the prison in the next two days. Be prepared."

Li Bashan did not ask whether Chang Qingsen was still alive. This was an unspoken understanding among his fellow disciples.

Feng Mu's eyes lit up, he nodded heavily, and then continued to practice physical exercise.

.......
In the center of Prison No. 2 in District 9, the door of the warden's office slowly opened. Li Bashan stepped into the room with steady steps, but he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

He was surprised to find that the originally spacious office was divided by a huge horizontal glass wall. The glass wall was as smooth as a mirror and airtight.

Probably because of the rush to complete the construction, there was still a protective film with "Nano-Advanced Explosion-Proof A-5U2S" printed on the glass that had not been removed in time.

Prison warden Qian Huan stood behind the explosion-proof glass, his face calm and gentle. He pointed to the sofa opposite and said, "Bashan, are you going to bypass the warden to report to me again this time?"

Li Bashan withdrew his gaze from the glass, took out his resume from his pocket and handed it towards the glass.

Qian Huan's expression changed slightly. He picked up the remote control on the desk and pressed it. The explosion-proof glass cracked into a finger-wide gap, just enough for paper documents to be inserted.

He took the resume, glanced down, frowned slightly and said:
"You have submitted this resume before, but it does not comply with the prescribed procedures. I asked you to give it to Qian Hu before, so why did you bring it to me again? Bashan, you have to convince Qian Hu first. Only when he nods his head, can I approve it and others can't gossip about it."

Li Bashan waited until Qian Huan finished speaking before he said in a muffled voice, "The person Qian Hu handed over can't come."

Qian Huan paused, his eyes fixed on Li Bashan's face. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he seemed to be looking for some kind of certainty.

His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Are you sure?"

Li Bashan remained calm and responded firmly, "Yes, he can no longer come. Now, my junior brother is the only one left in this position."

Qian Huan couldn't help but take a deep breath, thinking to himself: "He didn't try to persuade Qian Hu, but directly dealt with the candidate recommended by Qian Hu. To me, the result doesn't seem to be much different."

He originally had many questions in his mind, but when he saw Li Bashan's ferocious face, all his doubts disappeared in an instant.

Just based on this "cannibalistic" appearance, asking any more questions would be disrespectful to Li Bashan's appearance.

Qian Huan pondered for a while, put the resume back on the table behind him, and was about to sign and approve it with a pen, but then he paused and asked casually:
"I am willing to accept your junior fellow apprentice to work in the prison, but the problem is that Qian Huna can still continue to send other people's resumes here. How do you think I should reject him?"

Li Bashan did not hesitate and said calmly: "No, no matter who gives the money, the warden can just throw it into the trash can. There is no need to waste time."

After hearing this, Qian Huan couldn't help but feel a chill rising up his spine. He glanced at the isolated explosion-proof glass and a sense of insecurity surged in his heart.

He felt it necessary to have someone thicken the glass, no, it would be better to add two more layers to ensure safety.

Li Bashan noticed Qian Huan's hesitation and the fact that he did not sign, so he followed his intuition and added frankly:

"I don't quite understand those complicated procedures. I just know that in a prison, shouldn't the warden be the most important person? If so, shouldn't the warden's words be the most unquestionable rule of the prison?"

Qian Huan laughed loudly upon hearing this, and signed his name in one go: "You are right. There are some outdated customs and practices in our prison that need to be rectified. Then go back and inform your junior brother to report to the prison as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)