Imaginary training had surprisingly good effects, and it also whetted Gao Xin’s appetite significantly.
But no matter how much he imagined, he still needed to eat.
The laws of physics were extrely powerful, conservation of energy unbreakable.
With a shout from Gao Xin, Qiao Long checked the ti, and it was just past 11 o’clock.
"It’s just alti, guys, let’s all stop and go eat together to welco Gao Xin,"
Everyone agreed with laughter and a group of more than thirty people marched downstairs majestically towards the canteen.
The canteen was large and the food materials were quite abundant; there was at if you wanted at, vegetables if you wanted vegetables, and plenty of rice and bread.
It was just the taste that was not comndable because the canteen staff were all slaves from the labor group.
Even if there was soone skilled in cooking, they were prioritized for service to clients coming from north and south in the comrcial street, or transferred to other team departnts. They never ended up here.
However, if we’re just talking about nutrition, there were absolutely no issues.
"If it weren’t alti, would there still be food available?" Gao Xin asked.
Qiao Long smiled, "No problem at all, I know all the kitchen guys well, if you get hungry at night, I’ll have them make you a midnight snack."
Gao Xin quickly finished his al, and with Su Lei, he packed up lots of at and vegetables to take to the training room.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard a commotion from a corner of the canteen.
"Damn it, you don’t even deserve to eat!" Two strong n surrounded a table, and one of them swept the food off the table onto the floor.
The skinny man who had been eating was slapped across the face and crouched down, trembling with his head in his hands.
The other man slapped him, "You didn’t bring back a single redemption coupon last month, if it weren’t for earning more, you’d damn well have killed our whole team."
The skinny man said, "I’m not the only one without redemption coupons, and two months ago, I earned a lot, why can’t I...?"
Before he could finish, the strong man kicked him flying, "You dare to talk back?"
"You could earn two months ago, why couldn’t you earn it last month? Are you trying to screw over? Do you want dead?"
The skinny man, clutching his stomach, defiantly said, "Even if you throw into the ga, I can’t bring out any redemption coupons."
"If we don’t et the quota, just use to settle the debt, send to the hunting group then."
Gao Xin found this amusing from a distance, as these words indirectly admitted that he did want the team leader dead.
Because if the team didn’t et the quota, the first one to die would be the team leader.
Thus, the team leader used his previous savings to even out the accounts for those who earned less, mainly to save his own life.
This team’s leader had managed to get his team mbers to wish death upon him; it was peerless indeed.
Knowing that Qiao Long had done the sa thing, yet his team mbers recalled his kindness... This was certainly a matter of leadership.
However, the skinny man’s words sounded strange, as if he confidently believed that if he was sent into the ga, he would definitely survive.
"Fine! Fine! You can’t bring them, huh... Drag him to the execution ground!"
"Laughable, I still can’t handle you?"
Soon, the two strong n dragged the skinny man away.
Imdiately, so canteen workers ca to clean up the ss and carefully packed up the food scattered on the floor and took it away.
The redemption team mbers eating nearby all bowed their heads diligently, as if nothing had happened.
"Let’s go, Gao Xin. That’s the leader of Team 12, known for being a at grinder," Qiao Long patted Gao Xin.
A few people asked while walking, "at grinder?"
Qiao Long sneered, "You know, the new recruits in the past, except for the top perforrs, had no choice and were prioritized to fill numbers in teams that lacked people."
"This Team 12 often has the fewest mbers because their leader pulls together a group of strong players who seldom go into the ga, while heavily exploiting the regular mbers to send them into the ga."
"They’re forced to bring redemption coupons back, otherwise, even if they survive, they would still be subjected to various punishnts."
"This resulted in an extraordinarily high death rate, but it didn’t matter, as long as the quota was t in the end, new recruits would be added later anyway."
"Many teams have done similar things, but none as excessively as Team 12. This team almost dwindles down to about a dozen mbers by the end of the month... and those are the leader’s loyalists."
Listening, Su Lei’s expression turned grim; no wonder it was called a at grinder.
"But now the system has changed, there won’t be so many new recruits anymore," he remarked.
Qiao Long nodded, "Exactly, this restructuring hit the at grinder teams hard. It seems the Yakuza bosses also felt that the redemption team can’t continue this way and decided to adopt a strategy focusing on elite forces."
Su Lei recalled, "It seems to be because there was a problem with the source of new prisoners..."
Qiao Long shrugged, "Whatever the problem, my team usually doesn’t lack people."
"And that Team 12, just left with about a dozen mbers now. This sudden restructuring, he wasn’t replenished with new people, did he get anxious or what?"
Gao Xin suddenly frowned, "Wait, isn’t ii assigned to Team 12?"
Qiao Long nodded, affirming indeed a woman was assigned to Team 12.
Gao Xin and Su Lei exchanged looks; although ii hadn’t been sent to the hunting group, being placed in that team wasn’t much better.
"Is it possible to change teams?"
Qiao Long frowned, "There are situations of inter-team trades, if she were in one of my allies’ teams, I could have asked them to swap."
"But I don’t have a good relationship with Team 12, those are Peter’s people."
"And with Team 12 being so short on mbers, it’s good enough that they aren’t asking for people."
Gao Xin narrowed his eyes, realizing he had to make that appointnt tonight no matter what.
...
Back in the training room, Gao Xin continued to start his high-intensity training.
Imagined fighting, imagined body conditioning.
He even fantasized about standing on the seashore facing the roaring waves, continuously swinging his fists.
In any case, he continually used his brain to stimulate himself, the stronger his imagination, the more exciting the training plan could be.
No need for coordination, no need for a venue, no need for equipnt!
This is probably the best training thod for the destitute in the world.
And when he exhausted himself, he imdiately soaked in "Su Lei’s Exclusive Homade Petal dicinal Bath" to recover his energy and heal his injuries.
In just half an hour, he was full of energy and ready to eat.
After eating, he continued his intense training, repeating this cycle endlessly, enjoying every bit of it!
And so, he trained all the way into the evening.
When everyone else went to dinner and called him, he didn’t go but simply said, "Just bring a portion, with extra at! Beef is best!"
As for imaginary training, his experience was still insufficient.
At first, he’d sowhat overlooked the material basis, but when he realized that the outcos of later training sessions were not as remarkable as the first, he recognized the importance of a solid material foundation.
No matter how much he fantasized, this was a body whose potential had been drained, and becoming stronger depended on external supplents, based on the increase of his own body weight.
He tried all sorts of food and found none as good as the beef he ate at Luo Yan’s that morning.
kilograms of beef had translated into 1.5 kilograms of muscle for him, making the other foods far less effective by comparison.
However, even so, he kept training hard until ten o’clock in the evening and still managed to increase his body weight all the way to 80 kilograms!
And he could perfectly exert his strength, with a pushing force of 240 kilograms!
"Bang!"
Gao Xin threw a violent punch, hitting the punching machine hard, asuring that his forceful punch now reached 400 kilograms!
There used to be an old boxing king in their community, a regular on the gambling boxing ring, who even once defeated Radiation because he could deliver a punch of over 400 kilograms.
And many diocre Radiations outside were just about four to five tis their body weight in strength, nowhere nearly as fearso as those on Cri Prison Island.
Of course, that defeated Radiation ultimately surpassed the old boxing king, who went back and after just a month of hard training, easily defeated him.
The boxing king ultimately left the stage in disgrace, even ending up disabled, working as a security guard in a bar.
But even so, this was still a point of pride for the glass n in their community.
And Gao Xin had not expected that he too would reach this point soday.
"But compared to Oyama Mas, I’m still far behind... I only have half that guy’s strength!"
"Thinking about it now, Oyama Mas really was strong, 150 kilograms in weight, he could lift a 400-kilogram buffalo, with a potential punch of 750 kilograms!"
"Hiss... No wonder after I killed him, the captains in the Redemption Squad treated with such respect, and that Peter, as their leader, was extrely wary of ."
"That I could actually defeat such a monster, truly was a fluke."
Gao Xin was contemplative, his eyes slightly moist.
Who could have thought that just over a day ago, he was still a weakling.
Moved by his own consecutive life-threatening efforts, he had finally made a na for himself.
"Praise the Holy Spirit."
He silently thanked himself and also praised the divine universal mother, binding every being as if sacred.
Just then, a noise suddenly ca from outside the window.
"Team 09, all of you, get out here!"
"Gao Xin! Qiao Long, if you’re scared, just beg for rcy directly, don’t force to co up there and slaughter you all."
The voice outside was Peter’s, noisy outside, obviously with a considerable crowd.
Qiao Long rushed to the window and shouted, "What’s all this noise! Don’t you wanna sleep? My n have to participate in the ga tomorrow, can you afford the delay?"
"You want to fight? Co on in then, make so noise if you dare."
He wasn’t panicked, knowing that causing a fight inside another team’s territory would be managed by the Japanese if things escalated.
Conversely, if it happened in the execution grounds, screaming wouldn’t bring any attention.
Peter didn’t lead his n inside but just blocked the entrance and cursed, mocking Team 09 and other weak teams as cowards.
Qiao Long shut the window and said, "Ignore them, we don’t have to go out. Let’s ga tomorrow as planned, and rest as needed."
Gao Xin thought so too, a bunch of slaves, yet still hierarchically organized internally, how ssy?
But thinking of ii in Team 12, he still asked, "Who can fight, how many can you gather?"
Qiao Long was taken aback, "You want to go?"
"Don’t be rash. He’ll leave once he tires of shouting. That guy rged Teams 02, 03, 10, 11, and 12."
"Each team consists of more than ten top-class glass n."
"Especially his Team 02, which has over twenty able fighters, and he himself is formidable, with a strength of 300 kilograms, skilled in combat, and a fierce punch of 600 kilograms. There’s no one in the entire Redemption Squad who can beat him one-on-one."
Gao Xin looked outside at the crowd of more than seventy people, it was clear Peter had pulled together everyone who could fight.
He thought seriously, "Leave the leader to . Did you say you’ve rged several teams?"
Qiao Long said, "Ten teams! But only about sixty can really fight."
Gao Xin glanced at Qiao Long’s waist, "I see you have a gun."
"Can’t use it in a fight on the execution grounds—the Japanese won’t care, they’ll just think we’re disciplining our mbers. But if there’s a gunshot, the enforcent group will intervene," Qiao Long said solemnly.
Gao Xin nodded, "Alright, call everyone you can, let’s go et them."
Qiao Long asked, "Okay, but... are you sure?"
Gao Xin smiled, "I have so moves I never used on Oyama Mas, now’s a good ti to test them out on him."
Qiao Long was astonished—what did that an?
He hadn’t gone all out when fighting Oyama Mas?
...
This content is taken from (f)reewe(b)novel.𝗰𝗼𝐦
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