Mild Satiety, King of Steroids

Borrowing money from loan sharks to inject drugs?

These hulking guys really want muscles more than their lives!

Qin Shi was secretly shocked. His previous activities at the Silver Horse Gym were limited to the front desk and the lounge area.

He had never been to the equipment area or interacted with the gold medal coaches who taught classes, so he didn't know their teaching methods.

He quietly activated Internal Vision, concentrating his mind. At the same time, he detected several fluctuations of Qi.

They were roughly similar, sounding rough and powerful, like the roars of wild beasts.

In reality, they were like short, disconnected slices of sausage.

This indicated that these muscular guys had very poor stamina and endurance, and their bodies couldn't handle high-intensity exercise. They looked good but were useless.

Qin Shi strongly suspected that if they had to run a 5,000-meter race together, half of them might end up bursting a blood vessel.

The only fortunate thing was that compared to these people's precarious physical condition, Zhou Ning was full of life. Apart from a slight protrusion on his head, he had no other issues.

It lived up to Coach Luo's evaluation of "excellent talent."

"Does vitality gained from injecting drugs count?"

Doubt surfaced in Qin Shi's mind. In his vision, many imposing strongmen in the equipment area had noticeably bright muscles, but their colors were murky and uneven, like cracked jade that would shatter at the slightest touch.

"Old Qin, you wait here. I'll go talk to Coach Luo."

Zhou Ning, with his seemingly robust physique, looked small in the gym, completely overshadowed by the excessively muscular bodies of other trainees.

"Did your friend buy fake medicine?"

Lin Yunqing, who appeared lightly made-up but was actually meticulously dressed, frowned slightly.

"The Silver Horse Gym is quite well-known in the metropolitan area. I've heard of it several times. I didn't expect them to condone coaches selling drugs on the side."

Qin Shi leaned in and asked in a low voice:

"Teacher Lin, how much reward money can one usually get for reporting a group of fake drug dealers like this?"

As Qin Shi approached, Lin Yunqing's nose twitched, as if smelling the fresh scent of rain in an empty mountain.

She inhaled like a small beast. How long had Assistant Teacher Xiao Qin been breaking through?

Why was he still in the beginner stage?

Speaking of which, the clarity and purity of the body after being refined by these secret medicines actually had a hint of "woman-slayer"!

It smelled so good!

"Teacher Lin, I'm asking you a question..."

Qin Shi glanced at the dazed Lin Yunqing, seeing her cheeks slightly flushed, and thought to himself:

"Why are you blushing like a teapot!"

He always felt that this woman was unreliable, lacking the solid and steady sense of security he felt from Old Liang.

"There probably isn't much reward money. Currently, it seems like petty trouble, not serious enough to warrant a significant penalty."

Lin Yunqing coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment.

She usually remained untouched by the myriad of temptations, yet she had easily fallen for Assistant Teacher Xiao Qin.

She silently changed her internal note from "Old Martial Arts Hunk" to "Old Martial Arts Succubus."

"If you want your friend to get out of this unscathed, it's actually simple. These drug sellers don't dare to be too aggressive because they're afraid of causing a scene. They're all bark and no bite."

Recalling what was written in the Guide to Cultivating High Charm, Lin Yunqing perked up, eager to project an image of herself as knowledgeable and capable:

"Assistant Teacher Xiao Qin, just follow my lead later. We can pretend to sign up for a trial package, get the injection as evidence, and then I'll call my friends in the inspection department.

The Silver Horse Gym is a large chain in the metropolitan area and cares about its reputation. They'll definitely want to resolve this quietly."

Qin Shi pondered for a moment and found Lin Yunqing's plan to be excellent.

He simply didn't want his good friend Zhou Ning to waste money and damage his health.

If Coach Luo could refund the full cost of the registration, drugs, and injections, Qin Shi wouldn't need to push further and crush him.

It's better to avoid trouble!

While they were talking, Zhou Ning happily ran over:

"Old Qin, Coach Luo agreed. There's only one spot left in this training class.

Because you're my friend, Coach Luo promised to save it for you."

He then looked apologetically at Lin Yunqing and scratched his head, saying:

"I'm sorry, Teacher Lin. Coach Luo doesn't train female students, so you came all this way for nothing."

Qin Shi's mouth twitched. He thought:

"Little Zhou is really loyal! Next time, please don't think of me for such a 'try it and die' kind of good thing."

He said to Lin Yunqing:

"Teacher Lin, why don't you wait in the lounge area for a while? We'll talk after we finish the trial package."

Lin Yunqing gave an OK gesture, indicating she understood the deeper meaning behind Qin Shi's words in an instant.

She was just waiting for Assistant Teacher Xiao Qin to give the signal by smashing his cup, and she would summon eight hundred swordsmen to capture this group of fake drug dealers in one fell swoop!

"Old Qin, at this critical moment, I'm giving you my spot, resisting the temptation of beauty! Aren't you moved?"

Zhou Ning patted his developed chest muscles, which jiggled with every step:

"When you meet Coach Luo later, perform well. He's someone who really cares about his students' talent.

If the talent isn't good, he's unwilling to take them, fearing that having a mixed bag of disciples will ruin the reputation of his 'Luo Family Style'."

Luo Family Style?

His reach was quite extensive.

Qin Shi stepped into the equipment area, looking at the burly men who could bench press 290 kilograms and deadlift 387 kilograms, their veins bulging on their skin as if about to burst.

"Several of them don't look like normal humans anymore, approaching the 'orcs' often seen in Old Era online novels."

If one were to ignore their visible forms and judge solely by their aura, these big guys were no different from half-orcs who had drunk demon blood.

This kind of muscle, built up with drugs, only possessed extremely short bursts of power. Besides satisfying the deformed aesthetic of some people, it was worthless.

It was completely incomparable to the New Martial Arts Faction's comprehensive and systematic improvements from nutritional structure to muscle group training.

"A bankrupt and degraded version of the New Martial Arts path."

Qin Shi gave his assessment.

Following Zhou Ning through the equipment area, they went up to the second floor via a metal staircase, which housed private VIP rooms for VIP clients.

Luo Hui, a top coach, sat on a large sofa, resembling a giant mountain of flesh, quite visually impactful.

Zhou Ning proactively and enthusiastically introduced:

"Coach, this is Qin Shi, my good buddy."

Luo Hui nodded, his tone indifferent:

"I have an impression. Didn't you work at the gym's front desk before? Several of my female students often mentioned you."

Immediately after, this top coach, whose monthly performance was always outstanding and who consistently held the top sales spot at Silver Horse Gym, sized Qin Shi up with a scrutinizing gaze:

"Your physique is okay, barely passing. There are some signs of training, but not much. It's a shame you're too thin and skinny. You should gain more muscle, increase your size, and become a man among men, like us!"

Qin Shi put on a humble and obedient appearance:

"Coach Luo is right. Old Zhou told me that the various training packages and programs you developed, Coach Luo, are very effective! I want to try that 'Nine Dragons Merging'."

Luo Hui frowned, thinking Qin Shi was overestimating himself and said with a sneer:

"All you skinny guys have ambitions as high as the sky and no self-awareness. Little Zhou has good talent, which is why he could train so quickly.

Your talent, to be honest, is very average. Your waist is too thin, your legs aren't thick enough, and your chest muscles aren't developed. Forget about Nine Dragons Merging; even if I gave you an injection of Cissron, you wouldn't be able to handle it."

Qin Shi remained silent. The Old Martial Arts genius, praised by Old Liang as having talent comparable to He Lanchán, was now considered a skinny weakling with no talent at Silver Horse Gym.

He began to suspect that this gym was some super sect comparable to the Four Great National Universities, and Coach Luo was a Martial Artist whose vitality had broken the 100-point mark.

"As expected, communicating with pointy-headed guys is troublesome."

Qin Shi managed his expression and said very sincerely:

"Coach Luo, please let me try."

Luo Hui licked his lips, thinking about how much his performance was still lacking for the month:

"Alright, after all, you're Little Zhou's friend. A Qiang, go to my locker room and get two vials of medicine. Let's inject him and see."

If he succeeds, he'll take him on as a student and push him to buy medicine;

If he fails, he'll be sent to the private hospital owned by the boss for treatment, and he'll get a kickback.

Soon, a tall and strong man named A Qiang walked over carrying a box.

Upon opening it, two vials of dark green liquid lay quietly inside.

"Inject it! Our Luo Family Style judges talent and potential based on one thing: drug resistance!"

A Qiang said in a rough voice:

"Little Zhou is the best among the current batch of students Coach Luo is training! I hope you're not too bad!"

Qin Shi looked at the unknown potion, which appeared to be demon blood, and wondered whether he should grab it and run, or stall for time and wait for Lin Yunqing to break in and catch them red-handed.

Before he could make a decision, the Monument panel suddenly flashed, and lines of text scrolled across his retina.

[Ingredient Classification: Medicine (Inferior)] [Quality: Low-grade] [Edible Parts: All liquid volume stored in the vial] [Edible Effects: Slight intoxication, quenching thirst, mild satiety, with a certain chance of obtaining the "Steroid Warrior" title]