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Chen Dong looked at the mess on the ground, then at Li Haotian, who remained calm, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He waved his hand, and two Dragon Shield members behind him immediately stepped forward, used specially made restraints to tie the unconscious assassin leader up like a dumpling, and carried him out.

"Brother Dazhu, we'll handle the situation here." Chen Dong said respectfully.

Li Haotian grunted in response, his gaze sweeping over the pool of blood-red banknotes on the ground without giving it another second glance.

He turned and went into the private room, where Lin Mo was scraping the last bit of sauce off the plate with his chopsticks.

"I'm leaving," Li Haotian said.

Lin Mo put down his chopsticks, stood up with his tablet in his arms, and followed him outside.

Chen Dafa was still lying on the ground, watching the two figures leave, then looking at the corpses and bullet holes all over the room, his eyes rolled back and he fainted as well.

"Li Wang" Fitness Center.

The most luxurious fitness club in Donghai City has two rows of identical sports cars parked at the entrance, with the cheapest starting at seven figures.

The taxi stopped at the entrance. The driver glanced at the meter, then at Li Haotian's security guard uniform, his expression somewhat complicated.

Li Haotian paid the fare and got out of the car with Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was wearing a tracksuit issued by Dragon Shield and slippers, and was looking down at a tablet watching a show.

The two were stopped as soon as they reached the glass door.

"Please show your membership cards, gentlemen." The woman at the front desk, dressed in tight-fitting gym clothes, looked Li Haotian up and down, a professional fake smile on her lips, but her eyes were full of disdain.

"This is a private club, not open to the public."

Li Haotian looked up at her. "Apply for a membership card."

The woman burst out laughing as if she had heard a joke.

She pointed to the men and women around her, sweating profusely. "Sir, do you know how much a private lesson costs here for an hour? It might be more than your monthly salary."

"How much is the most expensive annual card?" Li Haotian ignored her sarcasm and asked calmly.

The woman's smile widened, and she crossed her arms, leaning against the front desk. "Our most expensive diamond membership costs 880,000 a year. Are you sure you want to sign up?"

She was convinced that the other party was just there to cause trouble.

Li Haotian didn't say anything. He reached into the pocket of the faded security guard pants and rummaged around.

He pulled out a stack of things and slammed them onto the gleaming white marble countertop at the front desk.

"Snapped!"

A dull, sticky sound.

It was a stack of banknotes, wrinkled from being soaked in water and stained with dark red blood.

The banknotes were damp, emitting a faint smell of blood and the aroma of food from the private dining room in the Imperial Cuisine Pavilion.

The woman at the front desk froze on her face.

She looked at the wet, dirty pile of money, then at Li Haotian's expressionless face, and was speechless for a moment.

A man in a suit, who looked like a manager, strode over.

"What happened?"

He frowned immediately when he saw the disgusting pile of banknotes on the table. Just as he was about to get angry, his gaze fell on the thickness of the money.

The man's eyes changed.

"This gentleman wants to apply for a card," the receptionist whispered.

The manager's anger vanished instantly, replaced by a warm smile.

He personally took a gold card from the drawer. "Sir, this is our top-tier diamond membership card. This way, please."

He changed the subject and said into a walkie-talkie next to him, "Ali, come to the front desk for a moment. There's a new member who needs a physical fitness assessment."

Soon, a bald, muscular man who was nearly two meters tall walked over.

His arms were thicker than Lin Mo's waist, a towel hung around his neck, and his eyes were full of aggression.

"Manager, what is it?" His voice was rough.

The manager pointed at Li Haotian and said with a smile, "Ali, this Mr. Li wants to apply for our diamond card. Could you show him around the equipment and, while you're at it... do a simple introductory test?"

He emphasized the words "entry test".

The coach, nicknamed Ali, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. He clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked.

"Alright. Come with me, kid." He nodded at Li Haotian with his chin, then turned and left.

Many people in the gym noticed the commotion and stopped exercising, gathering around with the expectation of watching a good show.

Ali led Li Haotian to the squat rack area, where a bench press bench was placed.

He pointed to the heavy iron plate hanging on the barbell next to him and said to Li Haotian, "It's very simple, bench press, 200 kilograms."

"If you can get things moving, you're the boss here. If you can't, take your money and get out."

A burst of laughter erupted from the surrounding area.

"Ali is bullying the newbie again."

"Two hundred kilograms? Are you kidding me? That weight is enough to compete in a tournament."

"Look how skinny that kid is, I hope he doesn't get crushed on top of him."

Li Haotian didn't say anything. He walked to the bench press and looked at the barbell that was bent slightly from being pressed down.

Lin Mo followed, glancing through the gaps in the crowd before looking down at her tablet again.

"Hurry up, I don't have time to waste with you," Ali urged impatiently.

Li Haotian shook his head; he did not lie down.

Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed the very center of the barbell.

Then, with one hand, he lifted the 200-kilogram barbell straight up as if it were a stick.

The whole process was seamless, as easy as picking up a bottle of mineral water.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Everyone's laughter was stuck in their throats.

Ali's smile froze.

Li Haotian held the barbell in one hand and flicked his wrist.

The barbell, weighing a total of 200 kilograms and adorned with eight enormous barbell plates, spun rapidly at his fingertips like a windmill.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

The barbell spun with a heavy whistling sound, leaving a blurry afterimage.

People around were so frightened that they backed away, afraid that the thing would fly out.

Li Haotian spun around a few times, then, finding it a bit boring, stopped.

He gently placed the barbell at Coach Ali's feet.

The sound of the barbell hitting the ground wasn't loud.

"Click..."

A crisp cracking sound.

The thick marble floor tile beneath Ali's feet instantly cracked with spiderweb-like fissures, centered on the point where the barbell plate landed.

Ali felt a jolt beneath his feet, and when he looked down, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

His legs began to tremble uncontrollably, his face turned pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Li Hao-Tian patted the dust off his hands, as if he had only done a trivial little thing.

He didn't even look at the coach who was about to collapse from fright, and turned to ask the manager who was already stunned.

"Where is the men's locker room?"

The manager snapped out of his daze and hurriedly nodded and bowed, pointing the way.

"Well... over there, just go straight and turn right."

Li Haotian nodded and walked straight over.

Lin Mo, carrying her tablet, jogged to catch up. As she passed the petrified coach, she glanced up and muttered to herself.

"It doesn't spin as fast as a fan."

Li Haotian told Lin Mo to wait for him outside, and then pushed open the door and went into the men's locker room.

As soon as I entered, I heard a commotion coming from inside.

"Lick it clean! Did you hear me?!"

A familiar voice.

Li Haotian turned past a row of lockers and saw Ma Feng, along with several henchmen, pinning a young man who looked like a newcomer to the ground and forcing him to lick up the water stains on the floor.

"My dad is Ma Dongqiang! In Donghai, if I say you're dead, you're dead!" Ma Feng said arrogantly.

He was in the middle of a tirade when he turned around and suddenly saw Li Haotian leaning against the locker, quietly watching him.

Ma Feng's expression instantly changed from arrogant and domineering to extreme terror.

He looked as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world, and all the color drained from his face in an instant.

"thump."

Ma Feng's legs buckled, and his knees slammed straight to the ground as he slid to his knees in Li Haotian's direction.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard across the face several times, the sound crisp and loud.

"Big...Big...Big brother! I was wrong! I was blind to your greatness! I'm not human!"

His henchmen and the bullied young man were all dumbfounded.

Li Haotian slowly walked over and looked down at Ma Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"The sauna, the one furthest inside," he said.

As if grasping at a straw, Ma Feng scrambled to his feet, trembling as he pointed toward the depths of the locker room.

"It's...it's over there! Brother, I'll show you the way!"

Li Haotian ignored him and walked over by himself.

The sauna was filled with steam and a white mist.

He went to the innermost room, where a brass faucet for pouring water on scorching hot stones hung on the wall.

He stepped forward and grasped the handle of the faucet.

Instead of turning it open, he did as the assassin instructed, turning it clockwise once and then counterclockwise half a turn.

"Rumble..."

A low, rumbling mechanical sound rang out.

The stone wall beside them slowly receded inward, revealing a dark passage.

At the end of the passage was a completely black metal elevator.

There were no floor buttons on the elevator doors, only a few eerie purple runes that shimmered with a ghostly light.

A gust of air, mixed with disinfectant and a faint smell of blood, blew out from the gaps in the elevator.