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As the door slammed shut, agonizing screams erupted from the room, only gradually subsiding a full minute later.

Chapter 32 Peter: My Back

Seven minutes later, in Chinatown, the New York police arrived late.

With caution, the lead policeman carefully entered the courtyard through the broken gate.

Then they saw five or six corpses inside the house, all killed with a single blow, and a headless male corpse lying at the doorway.

Seeing the room mostly covered in red and white bits of flesh, the police officers who witnessed the scene all gasped in shock.

In the very center of the room, an "S" made of blood conspicuously proclaims its existence.

Beside the bloodstains, the body of gang leader Uncle Li was intact, except that most of the back of his head had been ground away.

After a thorough investigation, it was discovered that all the dozen or so people in the entire compound had died violent deaths, and the entire crime took no more than two minutes, making murder easier than killing a chicken.

"Contact the General Administration immediately. The leader of the Red Bell Society has been found dead at home. Surveillance footage confirms that the murderer is the same person who committed the murders in the other two gang-related family annihilation cases last night."

Precinct Chief Morgan said with a serious expression, "Unlike other murder targets, this is a hunt, and the target is the head of the entire New York underworld."

"A reasonable speculation is that the killer's face may have been disfigured by a gang, which led to a deep-seated hatred for the entire underworld. After gaining power, he did not hesitate to take revenge on the underworld."

……

Inside the club, Bai Ye gently patted the skin on her face, which had become firm and restored to its original state.

After defeating Uncle Li and his gang of thugs, he returned and discovered that during the healing process of his facial skin, his internal energy also aided in the recovery, saving him about one-tenth of the healing time.

'Although Uncle Li has been eliminated, we can't stop yet. We've already wiped out three gangs. From now on, we'll kill four more gang leaders and send them down together, one a day, to make it a round number,' Bai Ye thought to himself.

After all, he couldn't just stop killing after killing Uncle Li. He could simply deal with the most important one and then stop killing the rest without such a rush.

Actually, Bai Ye wanted to wait until the fourth or fifth gang before making a move against Uncle Li, but because the target of the disguise was too clear, he was afraid that Uncle Li would simply hide then.

Of course, an even more ridiculous possibility is that Uncle Li might use his past as leverage to force him to protect him.

"But the New York underworld is probably on edge right now. If we make a move again, we might run into mutants or something, which would be a bit troublesome," Bai Ye said worriedly.

With a heavy heart, Bai Ye picked up the one-ton weighted iron block again and began to train. Now, improving himself was the only right path.

As Bai Ye focused on his workout, around 3 p.m., Coach Smith arrived at the gym and began striking Bai Ye's back with a steel rod, hitting his skin repeatedly.

Name: Bai Ye

Lifespan: 18/700

Strength: 1.7+0.2

Physique: 1.7+0.2

Spirit: 1.6+

Charisma: 1.4+

Attribute points to be used: 0.2

……

When it was 5 p.m., Bai Ye looked at the 0.1 increase in both strength and physique, comparing it to his physical attributes when his actual strength had just reached 1.8.

In fact, the reason why the attributes can be improved so quickly now is entirely due to the 0.2 attribute points added from the attribute points.

According to Bai Ye's normal training speed, the time required to increase by 0.1 should theoretically be even longer. However, since those two extra attribute points do not affect the experience bar and only increase the damage when fighting monsters, his leveling speed is like he has taken a multiplier experience card and simply cannot be stopped.

"Now I can easily lift a 3.4-ton object with one arm. In terms of strength, the difference between 1.8 and 1.9 should be around 0.7 tons. It is indeed a larger increase than the increase from 1.7 to 1.8, but the difference is still limited."

'So the increase in power on this attribute panel must follow an arithmetic progression,' Bai Ye guessed to himself.

After glancing at the time, Bai Ye turned to Smith and said, "It's five o'clock. You can go back now."

"Are you resting so soon today?" Smith asked, puzzled.

"I have something to do today, I'm going to see a friend. You can rest a bit beforehand and come over early tomorrow. I can teach you martial arts," Bai Ye explained.

"Tomorrow? Okay, I'll come tomorrow morning," Smith said excitedly, then left happily.

Seeing Smith grinning foolishly, Bai Ye shook his head helplessly. This guy had no understanding of martial arts at all, and probably still had the illusion that he could reach his level after practicing for ten days or half a month.

With the opponent's aptitude at most 1.2, which means it would take half an hour to cultivate even a trace of internal energy, it would take at least a year and a half to see any results.

There is a way to raise him to a level where he can help you: simply use your internal energy to infuse him with it.

According to the information provided by Gentleman's Sword, when internal energy from the same source is poured into someone's body, nearly 20% of it will be consumed, meaning that only 16 out of 20 years of internal energy will remain in the other person's body.

We can use Smith, a ready-made living advertisement, to promote the Zixia Divine Skill a month later, which will greatly increase its value. This is a popular skill that everyone can quickly master as long as they help me.

As for training methods to improve his resilience, he already has a short-term goal: to become Peter Parker, Spider-Man.

As for the long term? He has already started having Smith contact manufacturers of stamping presses to try to make a double A-class stamping press that can meet his requirements. However, it will take at least ten days to half a month to get it done, and he cannot waste time in the meantime.

While thinking, Bai Ye took out her phone from the pocket of a piece of clothing on a nearby shelf, turned it on, found Peter's number, and dialed it.

With a ring, the call was answered, and Bai Ye, without waiting for a reply, said directly, "Peter, do you have time now?"

"Bai, what are you trying to do? I just fell and hurt my back, I might need some time to rest," Peter said, rubbing his back at the street corner.

He had just tested his spider silk abilities on a high-rise building when he accidentally fell and hit his back, causing him to have a stitch.

"Oh, really?" Bai Ye's lips curled up as he held the phone in his hand and said, "I've found a job that pays at least $20,000 a month, and you can work part-time after school. Are you sure you don't want to consider it?"

"Twenty thousand a month!!! Bai, where are you now? I'm coming right now." Trusting Bai Ye completely, Peter Parker asked without hesitation.

“It’s not far from my house, there’s a gym called Mainz Fitness Club. You can see how far it is, you can take a taxi here, and I’ll reimburse the fare.”

"Mains Gym? I understand, I'll be there in half an hour." Peter hung up the phone, stretched, and felt a cracking sound from his back bones; he seemed to feel a little better.

"What kind of part-time job pays 20,000 a month? And I haven't even asked Bai about the bank robbery yet." Peter Parker shook his head and thought to himself, then set off for the address Bai Ye had given him.

As for taking a taxi? Forget it. Even though Bai Ye said he could get reimbursed, his family's financial situation still made him subconsciously save money. With his current physical condition, as long as he ran fast, he could easily reach his destination within half an hour.

Chapter 33 Just a minor superficial injury

Inside the Mainz Gym, Bai Ye, wearing a mask, stood at the entrance waiting for Peter.

Two or three minutes later, seeing the blond boy jogging over from a distance, Bai Ye's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand and waved, saying, "Peter, over here."

“Bai, the whole class has been talking about you today,” Peter said, stepping forward. “I had no idea you were so amazing.”

"Let's go inside and talk about it." Bai Ye waved his hand and led Peter into the club.

The entire first floor of the club was filled with fitness enthusiasts, but Bai Ye bypassed them and went straight to the private gym on the third floor, where the atmosphere immediately quieted down.

Peter surveyed the room's furnishings, paying particular attention to the several metal lumps in the corner, before asking, "Bai, you still haven't told me what the 20,000 yuan part-time job you mentioned is?"

With his back to Peter, Bai Ye said, "Let's put that aside for now and have a friendly spar first."

"Discussion?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, a tingling sensation running from his cervical spine to his brain. He saw Bai Ye twist his body rapidly, his right leg like a giant axe, kicking powerfully towards Peter's head.

Bai Ye's trouser legs whistled as they rubbed against the air; if a normal person were to take a solid kick from that kick, their entire head could be sliced ​​off.

Peter leaned back, feeling the air brushing against his nose, and said somewhat angrily, "White, what do you want to do?"

"I just wanted to test your reflexes. You wouldn't have gotten hurt even if you hadn't moved."

Bai Ye withdrew his right leg and laughed, "Now, as an apology, you can give me a punch. As long as you don't kill me on the spot, you can do whatever you want."

"You said it yourself." Peter, somewhat frightened, clenched his fist. Not knowing whether Bai Ye's body could withstand a beating, he gently punched Bai Ye in the abdomen.

The punch, which was essentially a playful one, caused Bai Ye no pain whatsoever, but he had already successfully achieved his goal.

Description section:

An attack has been detected against you; analyze the opponent's data.

Name: Peter Parker

Power: 3.0

Agility: 2.6

Constitution: 2.8

Spirit: 4.2

Charisma: 1.1

……

Bai Ye was also stunned when he saw the new information that appeared in the panel description.

"How exactly are the values ​​on this panel calculated? I remember in the movies, Spider-Man could stop a 100-ton train traveling at nine meters per second in thirty seconds. That means his strength is at least 70 tons, which is more than twenty times my strength."

'As a result, aside from mental strength, the numerical difference between Spider-Man and me on the attribute panel was less than double, although this might be because he had just awakened and his physical potential hadn't been fully developed.'

After finishing his thoughts, Bai Ye turned to look at Peter, who was completely unaware of what was happening beside him, and said with a harmless and warm smile, "Peter, come and help me train."

“Ah, training.” Peter Parker paused for a moment.

"Yes, the part-time job I mentioned with a monthly salary of $20,000 was to help me with my impact resistance training."

Bai Ye got up, walked to the backpack in the corner, took out a thick wad of US dollars, and returned to Peter.

Before Peter, whose eyes were somewhat glazed over, Bai Ye gently waved a wad of banknotes in his hand and said in an incredibly tempting tone, "If you agree, I can advance you a month's salary."

Looking at the banknotes so close at hand, Peter maintained his composure and said with some difficulty, "But what can I help you train?"

"It's very simple. You just need to keep hitting me with that stick next to you. That's my training method. Just be careful not to kill me," Bai Ye said.

'You...know about the changes in my body today?' Peter looked surprised, even wondering if Bai Ye was behind his increased strength.

"Of course I know. As for how I know, everyone has their own secrets. How about we keep some distance from each other?"

He was too lazy to make up lies to deceive people, so he simply said nothing.

“Okay, if it’s just about hitting you with a stick, I’ll take the part-time job.” Peter didn’t ask any further questions and chose to accept the part-time job.

"Very good, let's begin now."

To Peter's astonishment, Bai Ye grabbed the two-ton iron lump from the corner, planted it firmly in a horse stance, and urged, "What are you standing there for? Hit me with the stick now!"

"Uh, okay." Peter gripped the steel rod tightly, reduced his strength, and swung it at Bai Ye's back, feeling nothing at all.