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Chapter 16 Smith's Book Writing Plan

You performed a total of 312 weighted squats...

Repeat 21 times to increase maximum strength by 0.1.

Repeat 5 times to increase maximum constitution by 0.1.

Repeating this 19 times will increase your maximum mental strength by 0.1.

At 10 p.m., Bai Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead, put down the 300-plus-pound weight beside him, and looked at the information displayed on the instruction panel.

With an additional 0.2 strength boost, training efficiency is indeed several times faster than before. After just four or five hours of training in the evening, I'm almost at the level to level up.

"That's enough for today," Bai Ye said, straightening up and turning to Smith.

Smith's expression was numb with surprise. After hearing Bai Ye's words, he asked, "Aren't we going to train anymore? Only five hours today?"

"It's okay, you guys are about to get off work. I'll go back and continue training by myself. I'll come over after school tomorrow just like today."

As Bai Ye spoke, he was too lazy to shower in the gym's bathroom, since he was covered in sweat. He figured he would continue to sweat after training when he got back, so he might as well shower later. He simply put on his clothes and turned to go home.

Watching Bai Ye leave the gym, Smith looked away, already looking forward to Bai Ye's arrival the next day.

He was looking forward to seeing if Bai Ye would give him another surprise when he came tomorrow, just like today, and whether his physical fitness would improve even further after a night of training.

Smith was feeling a mix of joy and worry. As Bai Ye's fitness coach, seeing Bai Ye's increasingly muscular physique every day, he began to believe that his client was destined for greatness and would one day soar to great heights.

But whether this soaring flight and resounding echoes through the heavens is for a good or a bad purpose is uncertain.

Given the current level of hostility towards mutants in public opinion, and considering that his client's personality wasn't exactly easy to deal with, he felt that he would most likely end up siding with the Brotherhood of Mutants, a terrorist organization formed by mutants.

Of course, Smith didn't want things to develop this way. He was planning to take Bai Ye with him once he woke up, and he even started writing in his diary these days.

That way, no matter what happens to Bai Ye in the future, he can make money by publishing his diary.

If Bai Ye joins the Brotherhood later, he will write a book called "My Mutant Client," which will analyze Bai Ye's inner world in detail and how the other party turned bad.

If Bai Ye were to join the official organization, he could change the content to "My Mutant Brother" and shower Bai Ye with compliments in the book.

Regardless of what Bai Ye's future holds, this is like Qin Shi Huang looking in the mirror—a win-win situation.

Leaving aside Smith's daydreams, Bai Ye, having calmly returned home, prepared to start training, aiming to raise his physique to 1.5 tonight and break through his physical limits.

According to the description in the instructions, any long-term injury can be cured as long as it reaches a score of 1.5. It is likely that once the body reaches a score of 1.5, there will be a qualitative leap in the ability to heal.

Just as Bai Ye was about to start exercising, he took off his shirt and hung it aside, then lifted the wardrobe with both hands. Suddenly, his phone rang.

With a puzzled look, Bai Ye gently put down the wardrobe in her hands, walked to the table, and saw an unfamiliar phone number displayed on her phone. With some kind of guess, Bai Ye pressed the call button.

"Hey Bai, are you short on cash lately? I'm about to land another big job. If you do it, I'll give you 10% of the profits." A hoarse but hearty voice came from the other end of the phone.

Hearing the voice on the phone, Bai Ye remained silent for a while, then said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Uncle Li, I already said before that I'm not going to do anything like this in the underworld anymore."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, as if he was thinking about something, before he continued to ask repeatedly, "Ah Bai, are you really sure you're quitting? You were born for this. After you left, none of those young men amounted to anything. I was hoping you would take over for me."

Hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, Bai Ye still insisted, "Uncle Li, I'm really sorry, as I already said, I just want to focus on my studies right now."

"Aren't you really going to consider it again? Reading those lousy books is nothing compared to the comfort of being in the underworld. One job can easily earn you more than a year's salary." The tone on the other end of the phone became incredibly regretful.

"After your gambling parents died, if it weren't for your uncle taking you in, you would have been sold to a nightclub to work as a male prostitute long ago. But with your figure, even working as a male prostitute would be more promising than studying."

"I've thought it through, Uncle Li. I'll hang up now, I have something else to do." Bai Ye said, hanging up the phone expressionlessly, then gave a cold laugh.

He knew perfectly well that his parents had originally done quite well in New York, but their gambling addiction and high-interest loans were all orchestrated by Uncle Li, a fellow countryman from Chinatown.

If I hadn't been a bit clever, then the outcome would have been exactly as Uncle Li said: young, destitute, and with nothing but my good looks, I would definitely have been sold into prostitution.

The only difference is that the person who sold him out and was counting the money behind his back was Uncle Li from the other end of the phone.

Over the years, by doing illegal work for the other party, he gradually paid off the loans his parents had owed, and only then was he able to extricate himself from the situation.

As for why he wanted to break away, although he hadn't regained his memories of his past life, he could still see things very clearly.

In a place teeming with mutants, continuing to work in the underworld could lead to your entire family being slaughtered in no time if you offend some ruthless person.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Ye didn't immediately start training. Instead, he began to think about how to launder the money he had robbed.

Previously, he planned to use Uncle Li's connection to launder the money directly, so that Bai Ye could get the money, and Uncle Li could also take about 10% commission.

But to Bai Ye's surprise, Uncle Li called first, asking him to get involved in the underworld again. After refusing, he certainly couldn't ask the other party to launder money.

This wasn't about feeling embarrassed; it was about doubting the other person's integrity. He was afraid that Uncle Li would wash away all his earnings, leaving him with either a bitter pill to swallow or the prospect of working for him again for money.

Bai Ye sighed slightly. Since this method was not feasible, he had to think of another way. He was short of funds and needed to use up all the money as soon as possible.

With new questions in mind, Bai Ye picked up the cabinet again to train. Improving himself was more reliable than any other plan, so he decided to give up cultivating the Purple Cloud Divine Skill for tonight.

If I can reach a physique level of 1.5 by tomorrow, the time saved by the increase in aptitude brought about by the improvement in physique should be enough to easily make up for the cultivation time lost tonight.

(End of this chapter)