Being carried onto an ambulance at the start? But this is America!

"Three, two, one... Go!" Li Fan took a deep breath and waved his hand sharply.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the devastating scene that had been anticipated did not occur.

Devon let out a low growl, his thick arm muscles bulging like granite, and veins throbbing on his forehead.

But Li Ping's arm was like a welded steel bar, completely immobile.

Ten seconds passed, and the two remained frozen in place!

"See that? See that?"

Fletcher was so excited he was jumping up and down, pointing at the court, spitting almost in Mike's face, "I'm not lying, the boss is a freak, not me weak!"

Zack's eyes widened behind his glasses as he muttered, "This doesn't make sense, unless it's a unique way of recruiting muscles and generating power..."

"This is a ghost..."

Old Mike forgot about his drink, staring intently at his stuck arm with a look of utter disbelief.

How is this tonnage difference possible?

Did Devon go easy on you? But it doesn't seem like it; Devon doesn't even have the brains for that!

Thirty seconds later, Li Ping's arm began to tilt very slowly under the pressure.

But his expression remained calm, and even his breathing was not much out of whack.

Devon's face was already flushed red, and he unconsciously pressed down with his feet, the rough soles of his boots grinding a small dent in the mud.

He really put in his all, wanting to show his boss how strong he was and prove that he was a good helper.

It didn't work out.

Fifty seconds!

Although Li Ping was at a disadvantage, he still persevered.

Li Fan watched from the side, his lips twitching.

Dude, is this some kind of rocket-powered strength?

Sleeping in a separate tent with him, I'm afraid he might be secretly spraying pesticides in the middle of the night.

This rate of progress is just too outrageous.

The crowd was completely silent, save for the heavy breathing and the faint sound of sweat dripping down.

One and a half minutes!

Li Ping is still gritting his teeth and persevering.

What alarmed Devon even more was that he was no longer at his peak, but the boss's power not only did not weaken, but surged in wave after wave like a tide, with a terrifyingly long-lasting effect!

The Wanderer's talent was running at full capacity, a warm current surged in his stomach, frantically relieving muscle fatigue and providing near-abnormal endurance support.

Two minutes!

What happened next made everyone's jaws drop: Li Ping's arm, which had been pressed to its limit, began to slowly but firmly pull back.

Devon was drenched in sweat, as if he had been pulled out of the water, and his arms began to tremble uncontrollably.

He's exhausted!

Two minutes and thirty seconds!

"Bang!"

Li Ping steadily pressed Devon's thick arm onto the table.

The gym corner was eerily quiet.

Devon slumped in his chair, his chest heaving violently, looking at Li Ping, who was only slightly out of breath, with eyes that seemed to be looking at a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Old Mike stared blankly at the broken digital watch on his wrist, then looked at the arena, and uttered a single sentence.

"That's about it for professional competition, isn't it?"

"Boss...did you really win?"

A younger brother broke the silence with a stammer.

"We won! We really won!"

Fletcher was the first to jump up, excitedly pounding the shoulder of his Mexican underling. "Ten bottles of painkillers, Mike! A bet's a bet! I'm not weak, the boss's just too strong. Any one of you would be dead in a second!"

The Mexican-American underling was grimacing from the beating, but his mind was in turmoil: Damn, Devin, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes... could he also be an Oscar winner?

This acting is so natural! The pressure... the pressure is immense!

Li Ping shook his slightly sore wrist, somewhat surprised himself.

The goal was to last one minute, but unexpectedly, with his strange endurance, he managed to outlast Devin.

Devon is definitely stronger than him, but his stamina is a bit lacking; his strength starts to wane after just one minute.

At that moment, all the underlings looked at Li Ping with completely different eyes.

What might have been a mere formality of calling someone "boss" for the money has now transformed into genuine respect.

The first rule of the street: might makes right.

"Alright, we've had our fun. Time to get back to work."

Li Ping clapped his hands, breaking the eerie silence. "Fletcher, take the brothers and collect the money that's due. Keep your eyes open."

"Yes, sir!"

Fletcher stood ramrod straight, his voice exceptionally loud, and led a group of excited yet dazed underlings away from the camp.

Around 8 a.m., the sun began to get scorching.

Li Ping, Dewen, Li Fan, and Wu Na all changed into bright orange T-shirts for the Bridge Underpass Cooperation Association.

The uniform attire immediately gave them the air of a regular army.

Devon was driving the old Toyota he'd borrowed from the Sea Whale gang leader. Dalton said he'd come to redeem it that night, so why not use it during the day?

As the car drove away from the poor street, Li Ping directed De Wen to take a detour and stop at the entrance of a dilapidated alley filled with garbage.

"Wait a minute, I'll find a place to relieve myself."

Li Ping pushed open the door and got out of the car, his figure quickly disappearing into the dark alley.

Following the clues from the cards last night, he found a dirty little waterproof bag after loosening some bricks at the end of the alley.

Inside was a crumpled roll of banknotes, totaling three hundred and fifty-three US dollars, and an old-fashioned gold ring.

The ring isn't big, and its quality is so-so; I'd guess it's worth four or five hundred US dollars.

Without a second thought, Li Ping stuffed the US dollars and ring into his pocket and casually tossed the waterproof bag aside.

The car continued on its way, heading towards a mid-range community called Mountain Bay.

The name sounds poetic, but in reality there are neither mountains nor bays, only rows of narrowly spaced, identical detached houses, and the lawn is barely tidy.

Compared to Flora's Blue Wave Manor, this place is as shabby as a dormitory.

The Jasper family, the employers, were in a hurry to move out because the property was in terrible condition, more and more black men were loitering on the streets, and the security situation was visibly deteriorating.

They were moving to Albu, a predominantly white, strictly managed upper-middle-class community.

When the old Toyota was parked in front of Jasper's house, the husband had gone to work, and only Mrs. Jasper was at home.

The white woman, in her forties and dressed in a well-fitting dress, saw four people in matching orange overalls getting out of the car.

Especially the tall, handsome Asian youth leading the group, followed by two even taller, burly men and a woman.

"Wow, you guys look really professional, much better than I expected."

Mrs. Jasper spoke in a gentle tone, with the polite enthusiasm typical of the middle class, "My brother's truck will be here soon. Would you like some coffee and cookies first?"

She was really prepared; it was right there on the table.

"Thank you, Mrs. Jasper. Let's take a look at the things first," Li Ping replied politely, his smile just right.

There is quite a lot of stuff that needs to be moved.

Most of the bulky furniture remained, but decades of accumulated clutter, books, collectibles, and appliances still filled the garage and half of the living room.

It's clear that Mrs. Jasper is shrewd and calculating. Since her brother has a truck, she only needs to hire people to do the work, which will save her a considerable amount of moving costs.

Soon, Mrs. Jasper's brother arrived in a mid-sized van.

The moving work officially began.

Li Fan and Dewen were in charge of the heaviest boxes and appliances, while the boss and Una moved miscellaneous items and packed them into boxes.

The four worked together seamlessly and were extremely efficient.

It's inevitable to sweat while working, and Li Ping's thin orange T-shirt was quickly soaked with sweat, clinging to his body and outlining smooth and explosive muscle lines.

Li Ping always felt that Mrs. Jasper's gaze lingered on him a little too much.

This is not because Li Ping is narcissistic.

After waking up this morning, he discovered that the [Wanderer] talent seemed to have entered a new stage in modifying his body. His muscles were no longer just getting thicker, but had become more symmetrical and defined.

It combines agility and strength, seemingly the best form evolved for survival.

Especially when he bends over and exerts force, the outline of his abdominal muscles and V-line faintly emerges under the fabric, like a meticulously sculpted Greek sculpture, full of a primitive and healthy sense of powerful beauty.

Una couldn't help but glance at it many times.

Even Devon couldn't resist nudging him with his elbow between moving a cabinet, lowering his voice and his dark face full of envy and confusion: "Boss, how did you get all those muscles and strength?"

Not only is he good-looking, but he's also stronger than him. That's so cool!

Li Ping honestly replied, "I got it from what I ate."

Even the honest Devon couldn't help but roll his eyes, asserting that this must be the result of practicing Dongda Kung Fu.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

It's a typical stereotype that not every student at Tokyo University knows Tokyo University Kung Fu.

By the living room window, Mrs. Jasper held a coffee cup, her gaze lingering on Li Ping for a little longer than usual.

This is an appreciation that belongs to mature women.

The sun was scorching, and sweat dripped onto the concrete, evaporating instantly.

Orange-clad figures busily moved about, gradually removing traces of the old life from this increasingly disordered community.