touchnovel Chapter 21: The Gym in the Slums.
Chapter 21: The Gym in the Slums.
On a narrow, winding path.
Bai Chen galloped on his horse, the trees and vines on both sides rushing past.
This is his second murder.
He felt nothing at all, as if he had killed not a few constables, but unrelated chickens and ducks.
Perhaps it was to practice martial arts to bolster his courage, or perhaps he simply didn't feel a strong connection to this world. To him, these ancient people were like NPCs in a game, and he felt no psychological burden when killing them.
...
They galloped on horseback for most of the hour.
They then found a secluded mountain hollow.
Bai Chen tied the horse's reins to a tree.
Having learned from his previous experience, he knew where he would appear when he returned from the place he had traveled through.
Therefore, he did not use the teleportation technique on the spot.
Take a stroll around the area.
Finally, they found a crevice in the rocks, just the right size for two people to stand in.
"Time travel!"
Bai Chen silently recited it in his heart.
.....
........
New Mexico.
Inside a rusty shipping container in a slum community.
call out!
A young man dressed in loose white training clothes and carrying a cloth bag suddenly appeared inside the container.
It was Bai Chen, who had just returned from the Martial Continent.
first timing,
Bai Chen took out his phone, charged it, turned it on, and then connected to the network to calibrate the time.
The date is still the same date from when I traveled through time.
Time displayed: 12:05!
In other words.
Bai Chen spent more than two months on the Martial Continent, but only five minutes had passed in the real world.
Just as he had guessed.
As long as he is in one of the worlds, time in the other world will nearly stop.
"Next, we'll try bodybuilding drugs to see if they have any effect on my physique."
Bai Chen casually tossed the cloth bag onto the bed beside him.
Wow~
The cloth bag containing nine hundred taels of silver made a crisp, rustling sound.
In the Martial Continent, sixteen taels of silver are equivalent to one jin in the real world, so these nine hundred taels of silver are equivalent to more than fifty-six jin.
"Phew~"
Bai Chen unloaded the submachine gun, pistol, and other items, then found a comfortable position to lie down on the bed.
I started thinking about what I should do after coming back this time.
The core purpose, of course, is to try bodybuilding drugs to solve the problem of cultivating the "muscle-building" stage.
Secondly, he planned to sell the silver and send money back to his son in China to improve his living conditions in the hospital.
Finally, it was time for revenge!
He won't let any of those old black robbers get away, especially not those few.
If his salary hadn't been taken by those black men, he wouldn't have ended up doing drug testing work.
.....
in the afternoon.
The streets of the slums are still teeming with all sorts of 'zombies'.
These zombies have bizarre postures and empty eyes. If it weren't for the fact that you could see their chests rising and falling with breath, you would really mistake them for dead bodies.
The air was filled with the stench of rotting flesh, yet mixed with a faint, eerie fragrance.
Bai Chen, with a submachine gun slung across his chest and a pistol at his waist, carefully dodged the zombies.
Nobody wants to mess with these terminally ill lunatics, not even the police in New Mexico.
Only after these madmen are completely dead will countless hunters swarm in to fight over them.
Because corpses can be sold to pharmaceutical companies, and after certain processing, they can be transformed into various medical teaching materials, collectibles, and exported all over the world.
Reassuringly, most of these zombies are black-skinned, a few are white-skinned, and there are almost no yellow-skinned ones.
Passing through the slums.
We arrived at a relatively safe, predominantly white neighborhood.
There is a shop here called "Scott's Consignment Shop".
of course.
The Black guys prefer to call this place a "free bank," as they mostly sell their zero-dollar purchases here.
Therefore, it is affectionately called by many Chinese people as... the recycling station of Kuisanti!
Bai Chen glanced at the shop's signboard.
He didn't recognize the English text, but he had handled the silver he brought back from the other world here last time.
Without further ado, he placed the bag containing nine hundred taels of silver on the table.
"992 ounces of silver, calculate the price!" Bai Chen said in a deep voice.
"Please wait a moment, sir."
The boss was quite surprised to see so much silver, but he didn't ask any questions and started to appraise and weigh it.
As the saying goes, heroes are judged not by their origins, and valuable items are judged not by their provenance.
Many poorly dressed Black men often come here to sell designer bags and watches.
...
Leave the Kuisanti recycling station.
Five stacks of emerald green banknotes appeared on Bai Chen's person.
This time, the nine hundred taels of silver were sold for a total of more than fifty thousand US dollars.
It was much lower than the market price, but considering that the silver was of dubious origin and not very pure, it was still acceptable.
After receiving the money.
Bai Chen hid most of his money near the shipping container where he lived, and only carried a few hundred US dollars with him.
Next.
He then went to find a gym to begin his bodybuilding journey with performance-enhancing drugs.
...
Two hours later.
The southeastern street of Faith, near what was formerly New Mexico's largest landfill.
A faint, rotten smell permeated the air.
As New Mexico’s former largest landfill, this place was a veritable slum.
but.
This is where a very famous and legendary figure who successfully transcended social classes was born.
Juan Hernandez García!
As a Mexican immigrant to the United States, he was destined to be poor from birth and relied on scavenging for a living from a young age.
However, his fate quietly changed the moment he stepped into the bodybuilding world!
His strong drug tolerance and reckless drug use and injections made him invincible in the bodybuilding world.
He obtained his professional card in just one year and dominated various competitions within two years.
After that, a flood of contracts, variety show offers, and even movie invitations came knocking on his door.
Juan successfully achieved financial freedom, transcending social class.
It all started at the Fez Community Centre.
Unlike gyms in affluent neighborhoods that emphasize professionalism and branding concepts like "Wellness" and "Optimal,"
Gyms in slums are mostly located within the community, and are not only equipped with rudimentary equipment but also very poorly managed.
It is rife with various forms of drug use, drug abuse, and even violent fights.
but.
Gyms in slums aren't all bad.
At least for Bai Chen, there was one advantage he couldn't refuse: he didn't need an identity!
Other regular chain gyms often require you to show your driver's license, or even register your address and provide your fingerprints.
Some high-end gyms even require proof of funds to join.
Bai Chen is currently unregistered, so the slum gym, which requires no conditions and can be entered simply by paying money, became his only choice.
He wandered around the Fez neighborhood for almost half an hour before finally finding a gym that looked a bit more professional.
The gym is called "Facemon Big Jiba".
Bai Chen stepped inside.
A pungent, metallic odor, mixed with the smell of sweat and strong body odor, wafted towards me.
It stings my eyes a little!