"Come on, bro, I came over to help you move. Where are you!?"
Qi Hao opened the video call, his face collapsing.
"You insisted on coming over. Besides, can't you see I'm busy?"
In the video, Fang Qingyu was driving.
Qi Hao could only sprawl on the sofa and urge him helplessly, "Fine, fine, I've almost finished moving everything for you. Hurry back."
"Right away. I'll take two more orders, then I'll come back."
Fang Qingyu hung up the call as he spoke.
Qi Hao was left staring blankly at his phone.
This buddy of his...
Had he gone crazy from poverty?
He could make money so easily, yet he insisted on working as a DiDi Driver.
Eight in the evening.
By the time Fang Qingyu opened the door, Qi Hao had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
However, he quickly woke up automatically when the boxes of crawfish, beef tendon, and other food were opened.
"Seriously, what did you do after leaving the martial arts gym?"
He rubbed his face, somewhat puzzled.
"This afternoon, I worked as a mover, then drove for DiDi for a few hours."
Fang Qingyu answered honestly.
"Did something happen to you?"
Seeing how readily Qingyu answered, Qi Hao suddenly asked hesitantly.
"?"
"You don't understand anything. This is called integrating yourself into the ordinary hustle and bustle of life, got it?"
Fang Qingyu picked up his chopsticks and threw them at him.
"Think about it. As our strength grows stronger and stronger, will we eventually lose our reverence for ordinary people's lives?"
"And once we lose that reverence for life, do you think we'll still be able to integrate into normal human society?"
"Uh..."
Qi Hao was stunned by what he heard. For a moment, he truly had no answer.
As far as he was concerned now,
an ordinary person would almost certainly die from a single touch.
When it came to reverence for life, it seemed that feeling really was gradually fading.
Seeing that he had bluffed Qi Hao, Fang Qingyu picked up a crawfish and began peeling it.
"See? Wasn't I right?"
"That does make some sense."
Qi Hao nodded. He didn't want to become a martial artist who treated human lives with contempt.
"So what did you come here for today?"
"To see how your suicide truck is doing. I was in secret training recently, and only found out after it ended that you'd run into the Life Ghost." Qi Hao rolled his eyes and began peeling crawfish as well.
"It was nothing. I've recovered already. What's the second thing?"
Fang Qingyu knew about this matter. Coach Zheng had already told him.
"Heh heh, I knew I couldn't keep it from you."
The moment Qi Hao heard that last sentence, he suddenly stood up and drew all the curtains in the living room.
Then he dragged a thirty-kilogram steel barbell plate out from under the sofa.
The metal edge reflected a cold glint beneath the light. He planted it in the center of the coffee table with a "thud," making the plastic containers jump.
Qi Hao slowly curled the five fingers of his right hand into a fist.
Blue veins bulged beneath the skin of his forearm like wandering snakes. The air seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, forming transparent, spiral ripples around his fist.
"Qingzi, watch closely!"
The instant Qi Hao's fist, wrapped in distorted airflow, slammed down,
the steel plate suddenly let out a buzz like a bee's wings.
"Crack—"
A teeth-grating metallic crunch exploded.
Clear impressions of four knuckles first appeared on the several-centimeter-thick steel disk. Then, as if struck by a heavy hammer, the entire piece of metal fractured like ice, spiderweb cracks spreading wildly from the center.
The entire barbell plate then suddenly fell apart.
"See that?"
Qi Hao shook his slightly reddened wrist.
"This is Entangling Silk Force."
"Different Contemplation Methods can convert the force within our bodies into different types of force, increasing both our power and destructive force."
Fang Qingyu nodded thoughtfully.
He had seen it clearly just now.
Qi Hao's fist had not actually touched the barbell plate.
It had stopped several centimeters away.
The power was indeed quite impressive. Even if he could crack it with his fist, he couldn't have produced an effect like this.
"Keep it up, Qingzi. Once you enter the Elite Class, you'll be able to learn it too."
Qi Hao suppressed his laughter and slowly sat down on the sofa.
This was his main reason for coming today: under the pretext of visiting, he could also broaden Qingzi's horizons.
"Oh, I estimate it won't be long."
Unexpectedly, Fang Qingyu remained calm as he spoke.
"What!?"
Qi Hao suddenly jumped to his feet.
In response to his question, Fang Qingyu said nothing and simply threw a punch.
Smack—
Qi Hao caught it with ease.
But he stared blankly at Fang Qingyu's fist.
"You..."
"Are you even human?"
"What are you talking about? I'm your father. If I'm not human, then what am I?"
Fang Qingyu unhurriedly sat back down in his chair.
Qi Hao, who normally would have fired back immediately, was unusually silent that evening.
After finishing his meal, he said goodbye and left.
Fang Qingyu, however, wasn't worried about him at all.
Back in school, Qi Hao had often been like this.
Whenever Fang Qingyu learned something quickly, Qi Hao would quietly work hard to catch up.
For example, in their first year of high school, Fang Qingyu had taught him how to interact with women to make up for his shortcomings; in their second year, fishing; and in their third year, driving, among other things.
Like Fang Qingyu, he had never been willing to admit defeat since childhood.
A person like that absolutely wouldn't be knocked down by a blow from his own brother.
Sure enough, Qi Hao soon sent him a message.
"Son, Dad is waiting for you in the Elite Class."
The father-and-son rivalry continued.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyu sent an outrageously disrespectful meme, then began clearing the things off the table.
He had lived in his new home for three days.
Only today had he officially moved in.
Apart from Qi Hao, hardly anyone had come to celebrate with him.
Fang Qingyu was already used to it and had begun enjoying the feeling.
After dinner, he took a shower.
Then he lay on the bed and looked at his status panel.
Over the past three days, Fang Qingyu had completed his plan.
The two professions, DiDi Driver and mover, had both been fully upgraded. Weakness Gaze from the Mixed Martial Arts Athlete had also reached level 3, its maximum.
He had saved up 2 skill points and 3 attribute points.
Fang Qingyu had no intention of spending the skill points for now.
That was because after three days of training, his physical attributes had also skyrocketed.
Adding the two attribute points would probably be enough.
The farther he progressed, the harder it became to increase his attributes through natural training.
For now, he had made the most of them.
He assigned 2 points to strength and 1 point to physique.
Both could increase his current punching power.
Strength: 17.2→20.1 Speed: 16.5→17.2 Physique: 16.7→18.5 Willpower: 17.5→17.7
The above was the result of three days of training, combined with the boost from his attribute points.
Fang Qingyu felt terrifyingly strong now.
If he returned to that rainy night from over a week ago,
he definitely wouldn't need to use the suicide-truck method to charge into the Navel Fiend's embrace.
But he was now facing a new problem.
His only two professions
had both been fully maxed out again.
Only Resilient Body and automobile driving could still be upgraded.
But he estimated that they would also max out at level 3.
So he had to start looking for work again.
Fang Qingyu turned on his computer.
He browsed through the various jobs on the recruitment website.
He only had two advantages.
He could fight.
And he was handsome and refined.
There weren't many jobs that required those two qualities while also fitting Fang Qingyu's schedule.
Fortunately, there was always a way out.
Fang Qingyu soon found a job that required someone who could fight and also fit his schedule.
He picked up the phone and called directly.
"Hello?"
"May I ask if you're currently hiring a private bodyguard?"
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