I'm building Gundams in America

Wayne originally planned to quickly subdue the various gangs in Poor Street, which would likely require him to find them one by one and persuade them.

The existence of this bloody gym has directly solved many of his problems in this regard.

When everyone is gathered together, many things become easier to discuss.

This place is practically a modern-day Los Angeles slum gladiatorial arena.

Upon entering the gym, a strong smell of sweat mixed with the smell of medicine hit me.

Although it was winter, several huge fans stood around the gym, constantly blowing air towards the windows.

This is the ventilation system of this bloody gym.

With the windows wide open, the temperature inside the gym remained around ten degrees Celsius.

There obviously isn't anything like heating here.

Keep everything simple.

The arrival of Wayne and his group immediately attracted the attention of many people in the gym.

The burly men from various gangs who were lifting weights immediately turned to look over.

Seeing that the Blood Gang and the Crippled Gang, who were originally at odds with each other, had appeared at the same time, many gang members frowned, looked at each other, and were not sure what was going on.

The word "blood" was spray-painted on one area of ​​the ground, indicating that it was Blood Gang territory.

Each gang's territory has its own equipment, either seized or acquired by them. However, the area around the arena is not owned by any gang and is the public area of ​​the entire gym.

"Damn it, Tyne! Come here! The saint I told you about is here!" Doug shouted into the public area.

Immediately, a Black man who was showing off his muscles while injecting drugs into his glutes looked up at the crowd. The muscles in this Black man's arms and thighs were nothing short of exaggerated; he was clearly a fitness influencer.

"Friends, as I just said, if you want to make your muscle lines smoother and increase your trapezius muscles in the shortest amount of time, Compound No. 5 is your best choice."

"In the bloody gym on the back alley where I am now, Compound 5 has become the latest trendy mainstream product, and its best feature is that it makes your muscles smoother and splits more rapidly. Even when you're sleeping, when you close your eyes, you can hear the rustling of your muscles growing. Just like the main characters in The Boys, who wouldn't want to get an injection of Compound 5? Look at my trapezius muscles, bastards, I can crush the deep sea with this stuff!"

"And look at my pecs! Even the most patriots would be obsessed with them! My darlings in the livestream, that's all for today. Love you, Eric, love you, Devon, love you all, goodbye!"

As they were talking, the Black anchor, Tyne, had already turned off the live stream, picked up his phone, and ran over to Doug and the others. He greeted Nick and the others, then looked at Doug expectantly and asked:

"Really? Brother Doug, is that the fitness supplement salesman you mentioned? I desperately need it right now, I fucking need it!" Doug frowned and said.

"What the hell are you talking about, fitness supplement salesmen? Watch your language, brother. I'm talking about that esteemed saint, my godfather, Mr. Wayne."

As he spoke, he cast a respectful glance in Wayne's direction.

Sensing Doug's gaze, Tyne quickly looked over as well and immediately spotted Wayne standing in the crowd, surrounded by people.

Looking at the black-haired, black-eyed man before him, and at his gentle smile, Tyne trembled. Almost without thinking, he knelt before Wayne and pleaded:

"Mr. Wayne, I've heard from Doug about how you blessed him. Please, I... I also have the same curse on me. Please bless me..."

At this moment, his face was filled with fear and pleading, no longer showing the radiant spirit he had displayed in front of the live stream camera.

"Those damn fitness supplements... I gained enough muscle, but I also lost my most precious thing..." Tyne said, his eyes already moist.

As a fitness influencer, he grew up in a poor neighborhood, which is how he became a familiar face there.

After becoming a fitness influencer, he immediately secured a sales contract with a fitness supplement manufacturer.

They sell those supplements and injections at the gym while using them themselves.

After all, if you don't even use it yourself, how can you sell products in the gym and live streaming room?

However, while this kind of live-streaming sales brought him tremendous gains, it also came at a price.

His condition was even worse than Doug's; his once abundant seed bank had been reduced to just two shriveled shells.

It almost shrank back completely.

Moreover, he could clearly feel that his nipples were getting bigger due to various hormones, which made him even afraid to go shirtless, and he was already considering having surgery to cut them off.

After learning about Wayne's clever methods from his brother Doug, who shared the same fate, Tyne initially didn't believe it.

It wasn't until he witnessed Doug's miraculous transformation in the locker room that he begged Doug to introduce him to the Godfather Wayne.

"Godfather Wayne, this is my friend Tyne. He doesn't belong to any gang, but that's why he has connections with gangs in the Poor Streets," Doug explained to Wayne.

"Tyne is a fitness influencer whose selling point is the bloody gym in the poor street. Many viewers want to know what kind of gym there is in such a chaotic place as the poor street."

"In return, he has been providing pre-workout pumps and injections to everyone at the gym for free for a long time. Of course, you have to pay for anything beyond a certain amount."

Wayne looked at Tyne in front of him and nodded slightly.

Among the lower classes in America, fitness is not about physical health, but about survival and finding a way out. For many, especially gang members, the harsh environment they live in forces them to use fitness to gain the ability to protect themselves. This is particularly true for many gang members who frequently go to jail, who especially need a strong physique and the strength to defend themselves.

For many people at the bottom of society, the ultimate goal of exercising is to make money.

In the United States, there is a widespread fascination with muscular men who possess exaggerated muscles. This leads to becoming a fitness influencer, who in turn can secure lucrative contracts with fitness product companies, earn huge sums of money, and enjoy luxury cars, mansions, and beautiful women, ultimately reaching the pinnacle of life.

But all of this is predicated on first administering medication.

Everyone else is using pesticides; if you rely on natural training, you simply can't compete with them.

Besides, if you don't even use pesticides, why would a pharmaceutical company want to sell your products and give you a contract?

As for the various side effects, such as being covered in needle marks and acne, or losing sexual function due to penile retraction, these are completely unimportant compared to being broke. Wayne raised his hand and placed it on Tyne's forehead, his face filled with pity.

He's a pitiful person too.

In America, these people at the bottom of society have no hope of advancement; their only asset is their bodies.

Using drugs for fitness is already considered a pretty good approach.

He then instantly activated the power of the [Basic Witch Doctor], which surged into Tyne's body.

Tyne felt a warm energy envelop his entire body, and then he couldn't help but groan.

He could feel a long-lost warmth beginning to rise in his lower abdomen.

Only he knew what was going on. Tyne could even feel that his completely deflated little balloon was now recovering.

All of this shocked him just like when he first went to church as a child.

"God... saints..." Tyne murmured, "Sir, if those crazy fitness enthusiasts knew of your existence, they would treat you as a supreme emperor, worship you, and go mad for you..."

"If those fitness supplement companies knew about you, they would definitely be willing to pay you an astronomical endorsement fee, or even hire you as their consultant!"

Just then, a commotion arose at the gym entrance, and a group of Latino gang members walked in with hostile expressions, looking at the Bloods and Cripples with provocation.

"Niggers, it's time to redefine the territory!"

[Your basic Witch Doctor skill has been improved: Master 34.2% + 0.1%]

[Experience Points +1]