But Tanktop Master was also well aware of his own limits.
Though he had the title of an S-class professional hero in the Hero Association, with his current finances and social status, even if he sold everything he owned, at most he could open a smaller gym with relatively ordinary facilities.
Creating a high-end venue capable of attracting all kinds of powerful people and large numbers of fitness enthusiasts
was simply a pipe dream.
And this Elizabello II before him
had once been a king, and was now the vice president of the Martial Artist Association.
The resources and connections in his hands were not something Tanktop Master could compare to at all.
If he joined the man and worked on an unprecedentedly massive project together, it would absolutely be ten thousand times better than scraping by on his own.
Superalloy Darkshine's thoughts were far simpler.
His enormous body, gleaming with a glossy black sheen, shone brilliantly beneath the lights.
He looked like a flawless obsidian statue.
To him, as long as there was a full range of fitness equipment and a spacious enough venue where he could sweat to his heart's content, that was enough for him to sculpt the muscles he was so proud of.
As for things like commercial operations, profits, and losses, he had no interest whatsoever.
He was simply deeply interested in the concept of "the biggest sports and fitness center."
Elizabello II took in both of their reactions.
A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He knew his first step had already succeeded.
He then set down the wineglass in his hand and turned his gaze to Superalloy Darkshine.
His tone was sincere and full of respect as he said, "Mr. Darkshine, your attainments in fitness are obvious to everyone."
"Therefore,