Old Factory Street, A Yang Bathhouse.
Fang Cheng got dressed and stood before the sink, tidying his hairstyle in the mirror.
After exercising and taking a shower, he felt refreshed from head to toe.
Every pore on his body seemed to be breathing deeply, and even his mood was exceptionally pleasant.
The effect was hardly any worse than enjoying the services of a gold medal technician.
Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Fang Cheng nodded slightly, admiring what he saw.
He really was a handsome young man.
However...
Why did he look more energetic now, yet seem to have even less hair?
"With my current Constitution, my metabolism is so vigorous. Shouldn't I be growing more hair than I'm losing?"
Fang Cheng let his thoughts run wild before shaking the idea away.
He then picked up the bag containing his change of clothes and headed outside.
At the bathhouse entrance, several aunties were seated together chatting as usual.
Today, however, their voices were especially low.
They whispered to one another, their expressions changing dramatically, as if they were members of an underground organization making contact.
Even when someone came up to them, they paid no attention.
Fang Cheng quietly passed by them, avoiding another round of "scrutiny."
After leaving the bathhouse, he went to the bun shop he frequented to buy breakfast.
He even deliberately bought twice as much: twenty beef-filled buns and four bags of soy milk.
The amount of food startled the Boss into a daze.
Fang Cheng excused himself by saying he was picking it up for his coworkers.
During his morning practice, ever since he had raised both Strength and Agility to 20 points, his stomach had been rumbling continuously. Stomach acid churned, and saliva kept flowing.
He felt as though he had forgotten to