Kill Me, Qin Family Gate

The Silver Horse Gym has three floors in total. The first floor is for regular users who purchase monthly or annual passes. The second floor is for VIP students trained by various gold medal coaches. The third floor is a private area that requires card access.

The source of malice came from a hidden gaze on the third-floor corridor.

A man in a black suit looked down from above, gazing at Qin Shi in the lounge area.

He rested his palm on the sturdy railing, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness:

"My good business, ruined by someone. What bad luck!"

"Boss, Coach Luo, Coach Li, and Coach Chang, they've all been taken away by the inspection team. The leader in charge told us to suspend operations for rectification and reopen after the investigation is complete."

High heels clicked on the solid wood floor as the female secretary walked up to the man in the suit:

"Oh, and the inspection team also found quite a bit of Nine Dragon Potion in the locker room that hadn't been processed in time."

One shouldn't fight with officials.

Take a step back, and the sea and sky will be wide...

The man in the suit comforted himself, slowly retracting his gaze.

But after thinking for a while, he was still angry and grumbled:

"That idiot Luo Hui, who knows where he recruited this new student from to cause such a huge mess!

The inspection team's Chen Yun has a strong background, a legitimate descendant of the Chen Family.

That female teacher is Lin Yunqing, the sister of Lin Xiaohan, the Director of the General Affairs Office at Qiguang Hengda University.

The metropolitan area boasts 'Chen Lin half the world,' damn it! I've offended two of them at once!"

Normally, the man in the suit, who considered himself a successful person, wouldn't be so wary of the inspection team.

Nowadays, who starts a business without connections or a backer?

But his luck was too bad. Out of the metropolitan area's tens of millions of people, he just had to run into two immovable iron plates!

"Boss, please calm down."

Seeing her boss's anger, the female secretary consciously puffed out her chest, making her curves more prominent:

"What should we do now? Should we report to President Qin? Let him think of a solution."

The man in the suit was tall with an unusually thick neck and bronze skin, like a standing black bear.

He glanced at the unguarded, alluring view but showed no reaction:

"First, eliminate the hidden dangers and shut the mouths of Old Luo, Old Li, and Old Chang, so they don't talk nonsense.

Also, try to resolve the matter peacefully, refund money where necessary, and don't let people cause more trouble and expand the impact."

The female secretary took out a pen and paper and wrote down the points her boss had instructed.

During this, she bent over and twisted her hips, striking various poses, almost lifting her skirt.

"Mm, call Old Yan in. This branch is closed, but the other branches will operate as usual."

After dismissing the flirtatious female secretary, the man in the suit's expression turned ashen:

"Where did I find this cheap tart, only distracting me and affecting my injection! I'll fire her later!"

He took a deep breath, took out three vials of vibrant green, potent potions from the safe, flicked the needles with his finger, and injected them under his skin.

The effect was almost visible. As the potion entered his body, the large muscles in his arms twitched and contracted, and his waist and abdomen expanded by about half a circle as if inflated.

"The testosterone naturally secreted by the human body can't compare to the rapid stimulation of injections. As long as muscles grow fast, women? They're not worth mentioning."

After years of continuously injecting the 'Nine Dragon Fusion Supreme Edition' from Yancheng, the man in the suit had long lost interest in female beauty.

When the middle-aged man called "Old Yan" entered the office:

"Boss, you were looking for me?"

The man in the suit was immersed in the effects of the injection. His skin slowly turned red, then purplish-blue, with veins surfacing and pulsing with his breathing.

At this time, his skin was extremely sensitive and couldn't withstand any slight friction, so he took off his suit and stood naked.

It took a full forty minutes before the pain finally subsided.

"Old Yan, I need you to kill someone for me again."

The man in the suit let out a long sigh. Ordinary painkillers were no longer effective for him.

He could only alleviate it by spending a large sum of money to buy 'Bliss Patches' from Yancheng.

"Who does the boss want to kill?"

Old Yan was ordinary-looking, with sparse hair, a plaid shirt, an age-inappropriate weariness, and a zombie-like aura.

If he were in an internet company, he would undoubtedly be a top-tier talent, but appearing in the Silver Horse Gym, filled with muscular men, he was rather unremarkable.

"Old Luo, Old Li, and Old Chang. Although they don't know the exact source of the drug supply, they've involved many high-quality trainees. The inspection team is digging too deep, and the trouble will eventually fall on me."

The man in the suit's expression was cold:

"In recent years, you've helped me solve every problem I've encountered, Old Yan. This time, I'll have to trouble you again."

Old Yan brushed his sparse hair back, full of confidence:

"Boss, don't worry, I guarantee they won't have another chance to speak. However, with Coach Luo, Coach Li, and Coach Chang being taken away by the inspection team, it might be a bit tricky regarding the payment..."

The man in the suit was generous and made an offer decisively:

"Eight hundred thousand each, for three lives."

Old Yan pondered carefully, then confirmed:

"It should be manageable. Wait for my good news, boss."

The man in the suit trusted Old Yan implicitly. When he first started opening branches for the Silver Horse Gym, he faced a lot of malicious competition from rivals, suffering heavy losses and going into the red.

Afterward, he met Old Yan, the unassuming King of Assassins, who helped him win the "business war"!

"Oh, right, boss, that student who reported us, do you want to..."

Old Yan narrowed his eyes and made a slicing motion across his neck.

"Him. First, find out where he lives, what his family is like, and once you've figured it out..."

The man in the suit's expression turned solemn, as if he had made some kind of decision:

"I'll visit him personally! To become his disciple!"

Huh?

Old Yan froze.

This wasn't the development he expected.

"Before Coach Luo was arrested, he sent me a video. In the second-floor VIP room, in front of Coach Luo and A Qiang, he administered nineteen needles of Nine Dragons Integration in one go!

Even though it was just the regular version, not the Supreme Edition I made, it was still extraordinary!"

The man in the suit's expression was serious and extremely earnest:

"Moreover, he took it orally, relying on the body's organs to digest and metabolize it, absorbing the medicinal effects without any pain... Old Yan, you don't understand, this young man is an absolute powerhouse in our fitness community, far more impressive than any bodybuilding athlete I've ever seen!

I want to seek his guidance on 'body refinement' experience and understanding! Is his surname Qin? Excellent, I want to join the Qin Family Gate!"

Great, he's having an episode again.

Old Yan knew very well that his boss was obsessively devoted to muscle gain. Opening chain gyms and selling supplements was merely a hobby; his true goal was to find all sorts of shortcuts to become a devilishly muscular man.

He didn't try to dissuade him and agreed to help keep an eye on the student before leaving the office.

Leaving the Silver Horse Gym, he took a taxi back to his upscale apartment.

This middle-aged man, who looked like a programmer but was actually a cold-blooded assassin, immediately sat down at his computer and inserted a carefully guarded black identification card into the data port.

After authentication, he logged onto the webpage, meticulously registered a new account and an anonymous email, and finally performed invisible information encryption.

Ensuring the exposure risk was minimized, Old Yan then clicked on the "Kill Me" program and posted an order.

[Target: Luo Hui, Li Junqi, Chang Qing]

[Additional Identity Information...]

[Delivery Location: Metropolitan Area Inspection Team]

[Delivery Time: Within five days...]

[Order Reward: Six hundred thousand for all three...]

Clicking and clacking away, Old Yan finally finished and placed the order.

[Kill Me is matching a rider for you!]

[Please wait patiently...]

"This money is getting harder and harder to earn."

Old Yan didn't wait any longer. He closed the gray program, which was not officially recorded, erased all traces, and removed the anonymous identification card.

Finally, he took out the Forging Emblem, purchased at a high price from Haizhou New Star and rumored to be crafted by a Mechanical Apprentice, placed it in his palm, and bowed his head in prayer.

"One chime, praise the gears; two chimes, soothe the machine soul; three chimes, imbue life..."

After about twenty minutes, he completed this strange, religiously significant prayer, Old Yan was drenched in sweat and nearly exhausted.

As a former top student who almost got into one of the Four Great National Universities and a talented individual in the mechanical field, he knew very well that in Hengzhou New Star, one had to be wary of all electronic products; the more electricity they consumed, the more terrifying they were.

"I guess I'm risking my life to place this order."

Old Yan sat in the dimly lit room for a long time. Not hearing any nightmare-like humming or sharp shrieking, he finally relaxed completely.

Every night, just before falling asleep, he would recall the massive explosion in the Old City District. Amidst the roaring flames and rising smoke, terrifying crackling electrical sounds swirled in the night sky, emitting demonic laughter.

"Hengzhou should open its flight routes soon. Once I save enough money, I'm getting out of here. I can't stand this hellhole of Hengzhou."